It's hard to imagine another actor in the world who could elicit those particular responses to those moments, or who could make the wild narrative swing of the climactic encounter not only play, but play credibly.

Like so many women who unwisely spend too much time in gyms ruining their looks under the delusion of self-improvement, [Hunter's] muscles upstage her femininity. But the girl can still act.

As the focus of Strange Weather, Holly Hunter is her typical fantastic self, using her committed performance to ground a narrative about a familial tragedy.

Indie road trip dramedies are a dime a dozen now, and aside from Hunter's performance, there's not much to distinguish this one from so many others.