Rose of Nevada at the Sloan's Lake Alamo

Deligthed by a spooky atmospheric fishing movie? Rose of Nevada might just be the scratch for your itch. Starring 2 of the hottest brit boy actors, Callum Turner and George Mckay, shot on 16 mm this promises to be soemthing a little diffferent. “Rose of Nevada,” writer/director Mark Jenkin’s uncanny psychological drama, unrelentingly echoes with regret and mourning. Jenkin’s cold, frightening film destabilizes one’s senses and perspective, causing one to question whether our protagonist is a reliable observer or simply mad. At the outset, we’re overcome by a swirling sensory language of seagulls cawing and waves lapping, with background images of fishing material—a weathered skiff, a rusting anchor, and chains—being reclaimed by the earth. Jenkin, who wrote, shot, and edited the film and composed its eerie score, leaps between characters—the worn boat owner Mike (Edward Rowe), a desperate Liam (Callum Turner), and an overwhelmed Nick (George MacKay)—before settling on a red fishing trawler. Like Jenkin’s other angling-minded works (“Enys Men” and “Bait”), “Rose of Nevada” enjoys confounding the viewer, forcing one to look askance at the words uttered by opaque characters, at the sights shown that appear disconnected from their origin, and at the sounds whose post-sync pitch is as muffled as the narrative’s ruminative events. Even the picture’s handsome appearance, shot on pristine 16mm, suggests wariness more than beauty. And when that red fishing boat reappears, it’s somethingakin to a William Carlos Williams poem—“so much depends on a red wheelbarrow”—inciting immense dread and false opportunity upon its return to Cornwall, England.(Robert Daniels/rogerebert.com) Tickets available online and at the box office Free 4 hour parking with validation in the parking structure north of the…