mmcc’s review published on Letterboxd:
'Our time has passed. They call it "progress".'
The Western turned upside down, backwards, and otherwise inverted; transformed into a fever dream relayed with a resigned, righteous, maddened fury toward the cruelties and extensive insidiousness of capitalist time. The hands of a cheap, gaudy pocketwatch mark the movement of this history—as fact, memory, legend, and hallucination—as it inscribes itself upon the world in graves that observe its unimpeded motion toward absolute control of the cannibalisation of everything before its tracks. A film that ends in full awareness of its defeat—in need of someone, anyone, who might be motivated by its truth—as a symbol of the past, lost to a vicious future, retreats into a landscape forgotten.