I have a reputation among my friends as the guy who likes the dumbest movies. It’s well deserved, and I never turn down the chance to eat a giant bucket of popcorn while things explode on an enormous screen in front of me.
Meek’s Cutoff is the slowest movie I’ve ever seen, and seems like something I would hate. But something about it is so captivating that I’ve seen it twice and plan to keep going back. It’s kind of like There Will Be Blood, if you dialled it down about 12 notches.