From the producers of Sicario and Hell or High Water, Wind River is a film that is inspired by true events, based on cases of women being sexually assaulted by men, and about native American women in the past who have gone missing, whose cases were eventually left ignored and unresolved.
The style of this film is starkly similar to that of Sicario and Hell or High Water. The pace of the film is slow, but it never lets go of the tension and you’d be at the edge of your seats the entire time. Like Sicario, this film gradually builds up towards the end, so it’s worth paying close attention and holding out, even though the first half of the movie might seem lengthy.
This isn’t a heart-racing crime thriller, I wouldn’t even dare say it was exciting, because that isn’t what this film was written to be like. It has an important message to make, and in order to do justice to the severity of the themes it has taken on, the movie has to move in a manner that is respectful towards the audience who might have been victims themselves of sexual harassment.
I left the cinema feeling deeply affected, I couldn’t think of anything else apart from the film for the rest of the night. There were scenes that I would never be able to erase from my mind and they will definitely continue to haunt me. I have friends who felt so affected but yet entranced by Wind River, that they went back to watch the film a second time.
Watching Wind River is a fine example of a positive kind of negative experience. There is so much beauty in sadness. After the film, you’d feel as if you’ve plunged yourself into a sea of despair, immersing yourself with overwhelming emotions you’ve never felt before, and you’d feel so alive because for once, someone has put forth an issue you’ve heard your entire life, but this time it’s presented to you in a manner that has deeply affected you so much, that you now care for it in a way you never would’ve expected yourself to have.