Songs My Brothers Taught Me

Watched this to see Chloé Zhao's debut feature and was rewarded with a slow immersion into life on an Indian Reservation in South Dakota. There's a loose plot about a brother and sister who, after the death of a distant father figure, are working out what the future holds for them, but this is much more "scenes from the reservation".

It reminded me of Gummo (a film I love) in its depiction of a world almost without authority figures, where tragedy (In Gummo, a tornado, here; a loss of culture generations past, and decimation from alcohol) seems to leave the inhabitants disoriented, struggling to know what to do.

The performances from the non-professional cast are stellar. Zhao has somehow managed to capture what seems like a slice of real life but in a way that makes even a difficult life seem beautiful and achingly close to something bigger.

I have yet to see The Rider, or Nomadland, but from what I've seen of them, they look to have a similar energy. That Marvel tapped Zhao to direct the upcoming Eternals movie is fascinating. It will be interesting to see how this aesthetic looks when it has a bigger budget, but also must serve a wider audience seeking the next step in a connected narrative. I believe Zhao will deliver something special.

The first 45 minutes or so of Songs might fool you into thinking you're watching another well-made, indie Sundance movie. Good, but nothing special.

And then as if by magic, the movie sucks you into its universe. Seemingly disjointed pieces of story start blending together to create a beautiful whole, a story full of despair and of hope, of ugliness and beauty. It floats like a butterfly and stings like a bee, eschewing political or social commentary for a poetic, equally effective approach. A story of brotherly love in a stunning and tragic landscape.

I'm not ashamed to say the final moments brought tears to my eyes. Beautifully shot, understated but powerful, SONGS is a really impressive, mature debut, and should be on your watch-list for this year.

Of course by now everyone reading this should know that Chloe Zhao is only the second woman to win the Oscar as Best Director and that her film "Nomadland" also won Best Picture. What many people may not know is that "Nomadland" was only Zhao's third feature film, the others being the very moving and blissfully beautiful ""The Rider" and this, "Songs My Brothers Taught Me" and that together they make an extraordinary trilogy of films about the American hinterland. "Nomadland" had a major star at its centre but for the most part was populated by real people playing variations of themselves and while this is fiction and scripted, "Songs My Brothers Taught Me" could be a documentary with Zhao again using non-professional actors in major roles. Visually the obvious influence is Malick but Zhao's films are uniquely her own and if you watch these films back to back they are unmistakeably Zhao's. This did reasonably well on the festival circuit but was obviously never aimed at the mass market. If you haven't seen it, seek it out. Like "The Rider" and "Nomadland" it's a gem.

Intense, naturalistic drama of young people living on a reservation has a complex narrative with lots of diverse characters; skillfully stage d and brilliantly photographed.

This is a stunningly true to life and tender movie. I had just watched Sky, in which Native Americans and their connections with a white woman were portrayed through the lens of a European romantic fantasy about NA life in America. Songs was the opposite - unsentimental, unsparing and filled with beautifully understated acting that let the story breathe. The photography was exquisite - I know that country and found myself longing to be there. The ragged weave of the story was precisely how life is lived by so many of us - no big epiphanies, no smarmed up resolutions, no miracles except for how people can hold fast to love. I thank the film-makers for their deep respect for the people and their recognition of the way the land is the base of hope for far too few of us.