First Cow

It is touching, tender, original, entrancing, definitely the best cow film of the year. Plus it's also a quietly masterful thriller where a clafoutis (blueberry) will have you on the edge of your seat.

Reichardt works in delicate movements as a storyteller. Magaro and Lee's wonderful chemistry keeps perfectly in step with the filmmaker.

Never has a film about two losers and the platonic love they have for each other felt more moving or more engaging. Simply wonderful.

A fable of land and freedom that serves as an up-close-and-personal portrait of friendship and a wider snapshot of America, rooted in the rich soil of the Pacific north-west.

A Western, First Cow is sensual, bleak and meticulously authentic, reminiscent of McCabe & Mrs Miller, as well as Barry Lyndon.

Reichardt, also the co-writer, delivers a patient and earnest parable about environmentalism, American destiny and the value of friendship.

Kelly Reichardt is just not for me. Well, I could have said that before 2020. But then First Cow happened. I don’t know what to tell you. It’s just so pure.

Behold the elegance and oft-cited aesthetic minimalism with which Reichardt unfolds so many thoughts and ideas about race, representation and gender.

Kelly Reichardt’s First Cow is quite simply a masterwork of gentle filmmaking that through the lens of a small story manages to encompass the zeitgeist of the American Dream as it is imagined in 19th Century Oregon and the pioneer experience.

First Cow is a male-oriented companion to Reichardt’s preceding film, the female-centric Certain Women, concerning itself wholly with the interplay of different masculine types...