Welcome home, Leonard Peltier.

It's completely fucked up that this is one of my favorite movies of the year and I am forever doomed to follow up my saying so by adding, “No, not the Robert Zemeckis movie.”

It's just the dumbest irony that Cassavetes worked his way up from nothing, scraping whatever acting money he could find, even mortgaged his home, to make personal film after personal film that when looked at as one giant statement ultimately reaches the artistic conclusion that the only thing that matters in the end; is love. Only for that to repeatedly inspire a fucking clown parade of legacy kid dipshits to make movies that consist entirely of couples arguing as a shortcut to being taken serious.