A River Runs Through It (1992)
(On Cable TV, October 2021) Closer to a tonal poem than a sustained drama, A River Runs Through It is meant as a piece of cinema fit to let you relax, unwind, meditate on life and appreciate fly-fishing. Narrated and directed by Robert Redford, it’s a multi-decade drama following a young man as he grows up in a small Montana town, goes to college, returns for a while and contemplates his option. Fly-fishing, as taught by his father and perfected by his brother, stands halfway between a sport and a creed. It’s all affectionate, nostalgic, and not particularly plot-driven except in the accumulating weight of years. Adapted from a hit book by Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It’s contemplative nature was a tough screenwriting assignment for Richard Friedenberg and an even more delicate directing task: fortunately, Redford is up to it, and having terrific cinematography does help a lot. Acting-wise, this is the film that brought Brad Pitt to nationwide attention (bolstering his place as Redford’s natural heir) and got Joseph Gordon-Levitt an “introducing” credit. It’s not really my kind of cinema, but it’s hard to be overly critical about a film that manages to reach its own objective in its own patient time.