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I lived in 29 Palms. The only people allowed to make movies set in the Mojave should be people who live or have lived there. Perhaps the most grating (and insulting) error was "Grandma Sioux", not the character or the actress, but the fact that the Native Americans of that area are Chemehuevi. They have been there for centuries. They don't speak Sioux - mapiya is a Sioux word. I've found that too many whites - especially Europeans enamored of the romantic "Indian" behave as though all tribes are the same. It was also inaccurate to picture the Anglos as desert rats with no teeth or all kind-hearted souls. This movie was one of the worst examples of sentimental stereotyping that I've ever seen - made Dances with Wolves look hard-core. There were also errors in geography and location. Finally, at no point in the credits do the film-makers thank the Mojave itself or talk about the current threats that corporate solar power installations pose to the wildlife and sacred sites in the desert. Sheer exploitation. Honte a toi.

Firstly the the study of first gulf war veterans who have actual depleted uranium fragments in their bodies for 27 years now -- and are under intensive continued study by the CDC have a LOWER cancer rate than the same cohort with NO exposure to depleted uranium. The same sites that debunk anti-vax and anti-climate change nuts also show that depleted uranium conspiracy theories use the SAME nonsense fallacies. The depleted uranium nuts are flat earth nuts. The claim that 1990's Balkan war NATO troops had higher incidences of leukemia and other cancers has been totally debunked., They have LOWER rates than same age, gender, and other variable cohorts.

A bitter sweet romance, a reborn and an unlikely almost impossible match, that lead to such a unique love. Not the best script ever at some point, but still make my cry and feel empathy for such a hard human rality

A Frenchman and his wife are vacationing around Twentynine Palms, and are driving through the desert going who-knows-where, to "repair" their relationship. A stop at a desert bar, where hubby gets drunk turns to disaster and she wacks him a few times with a lamp in a motel room. Now, she's on the run and doesn't know whether hubby is dead or just injured. Her guilt causes her to stop at a police station to confess, however, an investigation determines that he's not dead -- just hospitalized. And, she's not going back to him. Instead, she hitchhikes to Las Vegas. She gets a wonderful job and lives happily ever after... well, not exactly. You'll have to watch this one to see how well her choices go.

The movie has many issues but the biggest ones being it just simply doesn't go anywhere whatsoever. It's not even slow, that would imply there was still something going on. Lots of really lame plot "fake outs" to make it seem interesting but it's not. It reads like the selfish fantasy of somebody very unhappy with their life.

Everyone in this movie is extremely unlikeable and intolerable, even Norman Reedus who is usually a good actor pulled off a performance where he looked like he could've cared less being in the movie even when he's supposed to be interested in things in the movie.

Horrific acting, goes nowhere. I avoided this movie for years and I'll probably forget it exists. I think most people myself included only watched because of Norman but he doesn't save the movie at all.

The only redeeming part was Lena Dunham playing a character that is essentially, equally as gross as her real life counter part.