Both writer and director set out in search of a heroine. They're so intent on crafting a legend, they leave out the uncomfortable bits. They do her and us a disservice in that respect.

Maud's life was constricted, but her gaze was expansive. And so is her movie.

Maudie is a sad film about poor people, but it could scarcely be more open to benevolence and quiet humanism.

There's a lot harsh violence in their path towards mutual respect and love, though it somehow lands on an incredibly tender note.