Winter's Bone is one of those arthouse flicks that would sit very comfortably in the middle of a film festival but seems to have gained a wide release thanks to positive word of mouth. It looks bleak yet beautiful, the scenery is homely yet unwelcoming, the whole atmosphere haunting yet hopeful and the acting restrained yet dramatic, especially in the case of its lead, Jennifer Lawrence.
Not much happens, but then it never does in these kinds of films. It's all about the mood. Which is fine if you like that kind of thing, but if you're a borderline narcoleptic like me it'll put you out quicker than chloroform.
Of course the big question is, where does Winter's Bone sit on the scale of 2010's bleakest bleakfests?