This is a freaky psychological movie. It rests on the shoulders of two actors, Michael Shannon and Jessica Chastain. Michael Shannon plays Curtis, a husband and father who starts having apocalyptic nightmares and then visions. He risks his marriage, his friends, his job; basically his life to prepare for the coming storm. Is he going crazy? Are these just dreams, or could they be premonitions? The director ratchets the tension as Curtis loses control. His wife, Samantha, has to play against this - scared, frustrated, angry, perplexed, sad. The two leads do an amazing job.
And the ending is GREAT.
Jeff Nichols wrote and directed this, and I recommend it highly. And for a What the Fuck moment, after you watch, please consider that Brad Pitt got nominated for an Academy Award for Moneyball, but Michael Shannon did not get a nod for this. Want another one? Jessica Chastain got nominated for The Help rather than for this. Those awards are just stupid. Why do I watch? Why do I care?
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