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The Rover, Australian filmmaker David Michôd's follow-up to the brutish family drama Animal Kingdom, is a post-apocalyptic Western from the Outback, a stretch of land that already looks like the world's been blown away. All Michôd needs to convince us of the devastation is a title card pegging the events to "10 years after the collapse" and maybe a few bucks' worth of extra dust. The desert soil clings to everything in the film: It chokes the air, powders the clothes, creeps into the folds of the actors' sweaty skin. The characters he's written — a vengeful marksman (Guy Pearce) and a halfwit criminal (Robert Pattinson) — have been so forged by the bush that Pearce doesn't even flinch when a bug buzzes up his nose.
The halfwit's brother (Scoot McNairy) and his two accomplices (David Field and Tawanda Manyimo) have stolen the marksman's green Peugeot while on the run from a deadly shoot-out that's never explained. His old sedan was a dump; their jeep is nicer. But instead of appreciating that he got the better half of the deal, Pearce's marksman grabs the two things the thieves ditched — their wheels and a gut-shot Pattinson — and gives chase.
Why? Frankly, Michôd barely gives a damn. The Rover is more about mood and mechanics than meaning. Pearce's character is so laconic that his dialogue could have been programmed into a Speak & Spell that only grunts questions and threats. There's enough silence that Michôd could tell us anything we want to know: why the globe collapsed, how Rey (that's Pattinson's character) has a Tennessee yokel accent, where Eric (and that's Pearce's) got the bullet wounds that scar his chest. Yet Michôd would rather we piece it together ourselves using the hints he tosses in without explanation. Twenty years ago this summer, Pearce became internationally famous as loudmouth drag performer Felicia Jollygoodfellow in The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert, another road-trip movie through the Outback. Seeing him in the same setting emphasizes how the years have matured him from a callow youth to a lean and crinkled cowboy.
Written and directed by David Michôd Starring Guy Pearce, Robert Pattinson and Scoot McNairy.
Perhaps Pearce gives hope to his co-star Pattinson, who appears to have picked the role precisely because it will send his Twilight fans screaming out of the theater. As the bumbling, guileless Rey, Pattinson's allowed the makeup crew to rot his teeth, and when he smiles, his incisors get stuck on the corners of his mouth and hang there like limp socks.
Pattinson's been trying to prove he's more than a teen sensation, and his sweat is respectable. Instead of cashing in on heartthrob roles, he's playing Salvador Dalí, partnered with David Cronenberg for Cosmopolis and will be letting Werner Herzog have his way with him in Queen of the Desert, out later this year. If his playing a mentally handicapped role here is a desperate stunt, he mostly lands it. His Rey is heavy-lidded and twitchy, forever grappling with his gun like a safety blanket, but then every so often a glint sparks in his eyes when he thinks — mistakenly — that he's outwitted Eric. He makes Rey a person, not a cliché.
Michôd sells us on the violent code of Australia's futuristic wild West. The boys drive for days between shoot-outs, which speaks not just to the purity of Eric's vengeance but also makes us quietly wonder if Eric might also just be nihilistic and bored, a man who'd rather get shot than linger on in this sun-bleached hell.
To kill time between battles, Rey tries to swap stories about their lives. Michôd has Pearce sternly shut down any talk that might distract from the silence. "Not everything has to be about something," sighs a frustrated Pattinson. The Rover might not be about anything at all, but the dust it stirs up sticks to you after you leave the theater.
WEB HEAD: Pattinson and Pearce battle through The Rover.
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