Upon revisit in anticipation of its impending Oscar nominations, I'm still left pretty underwhelmed by this just-above-average genre fare. From the opening shot, director David MacKenzie certainly has the milieu of the panhandle down; and Ben Foster and Chris Pine certainly nail the performances as one brother who has nothing to lose and another who does. (I was less impressed by Jeff Bridges' Oscar-nominated take as a Texas Ranger on the eve of retirement, a slight variation on Rooster Cogburn that compares rather unfavorably to Michael Shannon's competing performance in the under-appreciated Nocturnal Animals.) The primary problem here is the dialogue by Taylor Sheridan and the proverbial spaces in-between, although I can see those Academy members on the coasts eating up the on-the-nose portrayals of small town Texans - from the old man exclaiming "You're robbing a bank and you're not even a Mexican!", to the armada of concealed-carry wahoos in their pick-up trucks, etc. (I guess lazy stereotyping becomes palatable when the underlying politics are "correct.") And do we really need the singular scrawl of post-recession/Iraq war graffiti in the opening shot or the Native American descendant sitting around on a storefront pontificating about the karma of economic exploitation? It's a bit of a shame that Hell or High Water is getting so much attention versus Green Room - a genre movie that gives its audience far more credit.