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More Zen fable than genre picture, Michael SarnoskisPigdelights in defying expectations.
As it proceeds, it expands its vision and compassion, even as it de-escalates the tension.
Its not about the thing its about, except that it ultimately istotallyabout the thing its about.
Okay, let me explain what I mean.
One night, a couple of intruders beat Rob up and steal Apple.
That sounds like a goofy idea for a story, but as played out onscreen, its even goofier.
For starters, the grizzled, grimy Rob is increasingly wounded and covered in blood as the evening proceeds.
He feels true, but he doesnt feel real.
He was, 15 years earlier, Portlands most respected, beloved chef.
We also find out gradually, in dribs and drabs what made Robin turn away from his profession.
But Amir also has a backstory, one that increasingly connects with Robins.
The power of food to heal, to release emotions long suppressed, runs throughoutPig.
Why do you care about these people?
They dont even know you, because you havent shown them.
Every day you wake up and therell be less of you.
Cages haunted delivery, contrasting powerfully with Knells anxious, terrified giggling, gives the scene a metaphysical kick.
We dont get a lot of things to really care about, he finally sighs.
Derek, who has my pig?
Each step that brings Robin and Amir closer to Apple seems to bring them closer to their own past.
Theres one more fold to that, however something more cosmic that reflects on the nature of life itself.
Every day we wake up, theres less of us, too.
We all lose the things we care about, until we also are finally gone.
