Andrew Haigh makes inaction films. Weekend (2011) tells of two young homosexuals getting to know each other in Nottingham. In the wintry marital drama 45 Years (2015) two old heterosexuals get to unknow each other in Norfolk. The canvases are miniature, the resonances crevasse-deep. His third film, Lean on Pete, brings a change of scene and scope. And volume. Hooves thunder. A fatal gunshot goes off. Ornery men bawl and holler. There is a devastating road accident, and a climactic act of hideous violence. It’s as if Haigh has contracted ’roid rage. What he’s actually done is get on a plane to Oregon to adapt a novel by Willy Vlautin.
Haigh is intrigued by the often silent space between two characters. Here the two characters are Charley Thompson (Charlie Plummer), a friendless and latterly homeless teenager, and a horse. The knackered old non-thoroughbred racer is, for reasons unexplained, called Lean on Pete, and Charley does lean on him for an emotional sustenance that humans cannot be relied upon to provide.
Chief among these is his father Ray (Travis Fimmel), a rackety lothario who cooks for a living but omits to stock his own fridge.
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