Out Stealing Horses

When the title of a film is more vibrant than anything you'll see on the screen, it's an issue.

There's some appreciable serenity and a lot of personal grief on display in Out Stealing Horses, but it's only visible in fits and starts.

What Mr. Moland is after, in tackling an "unfilmable" novel, is evidenced in the visual tone, emotional content and Mr. Skarsgård's mutely eloquent performance.

An ambitious film that examines memory and consciousness through the perspective of an older man who's determined to escape from memory and to constrict his lived experience.

A film which is strikingly beautiful yet can be quite inert.

A hugely accomplished meditation on life, guilt and responsibility.

Out Stealing Horses is far too composed to be an outright failure, but it's precisely that modicum of understanding that also makes it such a lame, frustrating slog.

Depressive, yes, but also... Actually, it's just depressive.

The film attempts to delve into an interesting relationship between a father and son...but unfortunately, the more interesting parts of the plot aren't fully developed.

It's an honest film about a likeable guy, but is too subdued to get you excited.