“Folks say that as we get on, life is a series of indignities,” muses a judge to a police chief in a small American town. “I’m not sure I see it that way. Because once you don’t give a shit how you look or what people think, then nothing seems like an indignity.” He Irishes up his coffee with whiskey. “If my man boobs are blocking the view of my shoes, so what?” It’s a good question, the kind of...
American Rust review – Jeff Daniels is stuck in an opioid-fuelled Groundhog Day
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