The Sisters Brothers proffers a sort of Edenic vision of a latter-day El Dorado that’s worth basking in.
It’s anchored by two intuitive performances which mine the psychological complexities of a troubled relationship.
Nonsensical characterizations abound throughout The House without ever dipping into unbridled absurdity.
At the center of the film is a conservative lesson that asks us to abide by society’s capitalistic impulses.
The film’s larger points essentially fall by the wayside in the name of black comedy that’s largely without genuine edge.