Let Him Go: Kevin Costner excels in a gripping neo-western thriller
Review: Costner keeps it earthy but the film is owned by the warring female characters
Diane Lane and Kevin Costner in Let Him Go.
Film Title: Let Him Go
Director: Thomas Bezucha
Starring: Diane Lane, Kevin Costner, Lesley Manville, Kayli Carter
Running Time: 117 min
Pitched somewhere between the Coen Brothers’ No Country for Old Men and the hicksploitation story-within-the-story found in Tom Ford’s Nocturnal Animals, this gripping neo-western thriller contains all that’s good and bad about death in American movies, a cinema where death and grieving can always be remedied by more death and violence.
Earthy, engaging performances from Diane Lane and Kevin Costner ground the film’s more preposterous twists and turns as their ageing ranchers, Margaret and George Blackledge, take on some bad good ol’ boys.
As writer-director Thomas Bezucha’s handsome thriller opens, it’s an unspecified pre-mobile phone year, and the Blackledges are raising horses in Montana with their extended family, including son, James (Ryan Bruce), his wife, Lorna (Kayli Carter), and the couple’s infant son, Jimmy.
A year after James is killed in a freak equestrian accident, Lorna remarries the prim-looking Donnie (Will Brittain).
Donnie, however, isn’t as wholesome as he first appears. Not long after Margaret witnesses him hit her grandson and Lorna on the street, the family disappears, leaving Margaret and George to embark on a desperate search through North Dakota. There, they find the cult-like Weboy family, headed up by brassy matriarch Blanche (Leslie Manville, in the most terrifying turn of her career), a woman whose southern hospitality makes one pine for the relatively civilised embrace of Leatherface’s clan in The Texas Chain Saw Massacre.
It’s the kind of role that Costner, a movie cowboy born at the wrong time in movie history, excels at. But the film is owned by the warring female characters. Margaret is as cantankerous as she is admirable, and Blanche’s pork-chop dinner is about as much fun for the table guests as it is for the unfortunate pig.
The southern gothic doesn’t quite fit with the carefully drawn central couple. But Bezucha, adapting Larry Watson’s 2013 novel, keeps a vice-like hold on the viewer’s attention, nonetheless.