Mud | Movie review
A loner gives an Arkansas teen something to believe in.
Arkansas teen Ellis (Sheridan) is watching his life slowly unravel. His fisherman father’s livelihood is drying up, Mom is talking about divorce, and it’s looking like the state is going to raze the family home in an effort to modernize a moribund community. Ellis needs something to believe in, and he gets it when he and his friend Neckbone (Lofland) discover a charismatic loner-cum-father-figure named Mud (McConaughey) mysteriously living alone on a remote river island. Writer-director Jeff Nichols once again aims for the incisive mix of allegory and verisimilitude that marked his two terrific prior features, Shotgun Stories (2007) and Take Shelter (2011). His sense of place is still unparalleled: The harshness and the beauty of this economically depressed setting is vividly rendered in gritty widescreen compositions that give the proceedings an appropriately fablelike air.
But despite the best efforts of a cast that mixes unstudied newbies such as The Tree of Life’s Sheridan with Hollywood prima donnas like Reese Witherspoon, there’s an overall clunkiness that Nichols is unable to overcome. The filmmaker’s treatment of his adolescent protagonist’s growing pains is featherweight and derivative—a recurrent visual motif of a boat stuck in a tree is a rudderless symbol—while a guns-ablaze climax feels more like a half-baked Night of the Hunter homage than the semi-rude awakening into adulthood the story demands. This is a sad regression for an artist whose work until now possessed a distinctive sophistication and maturity.