Impresssive in its unconventionality but this is so intensely bleak I can’t say I was entertained. It takes a very long time for anything to happen and with very little energy to it it’s at once enjoyably unpredictable and easily discarded. Eisenberg doesn’t hold the film together well, with a one note performance, which makes his later unravelling unconvincing. Fanning is woefully underused despite some strong early scenes and Sarsgaard plays to type but then essentially vanishes. The banality of terrorism is a worthy subject, particularly for independent film making, but I’d have preferred some sense of character study, environmental politics or rural Oregonian life, certainly how they all intersect here. The direction however is laid back and ultimately leaves this film saying very little.