What makes Nichols' film so satisfying, at least until the melodrama of the final act, is the deftness of the characterisations and the constant sense that things are probably considerably more complex than they're perceived.

In my estimate, this unique and frequently arresting film suffers from the monotony of the lead players' affect, and from the film's urge to have its gloomy cake and eat it.

A hallucinatory thriller anchored by a deeply resonant sense of unease.

At the smoldering core of Jeff Nichols’ 2011 slow-burning psychological drama isn’t only a man struggling with bad dreams, but two people weathering a storm together.