This movie is the proof that the world is becoming a sick and dumb place

Redundant and unnecessary.

Excellent but underrated film

As somebody who had not heard any of this before, it became a curious phenomenon to sit and watch a film and slowly have the realities begin to click into place.

A Frenchman and his wife are vacationing around Twentynine Palms, and are driving through the desert going who-knows-where, to "repair" their relationship. A stop at a desert bar, where hubby gets drunk turns to disaster and she wacks him a few times with a lamp in a motel room. Now, she's on the run and doesn't know whether hubby is dead or just injured. Her guilt causes her to stop at a police station to confess, however, an investigation determines that he's not dead -- just hospitalized. And, she's not going back to him. Instead, she hitchhikes to Las Vegas. She gets a wonderful job and lives happily ever after... well, not exactly. You'll have to watch this one to see how well her choices go.

Daryl fans everywhere, be prepared to hate me. We can officially say, Norman Reedus has lost his identity and has personified Daryl Dixon. DD has taken over, they are now inseparable. I will give this film credit for its artistic quality and beautiful setting, but the plot was boring and characters were way too cliché and predictable. First and most importantly, Daryl... I mean Diego, is a scruffy d-bag loner who lives in the high desert, never seems to shower and uses a gun, only he's not a good shot. He might have just walked off the TWD set, hopped on a plane and shot this movie, he even kept his greasy emo hair and used the same wardrobe. His character is DD the whole way. I was surprised that his brother in this movie wasn't named Mel, or something close. The plot "gave away the farm" too soon. Romi found out that her husband wasn't dead 1/3 of the way into the film, right when I was beginning to really feel the terror and bleakness of life on the run. Daryl/Diego could have still swooped in and they could have had their little fling all while hiding out, would have done wonders for the plot and would have affected little else. Afterward, I lost all sympathy for her, nor did I think her character empowered women to be free, rather the opposite. She was just bumbling around trying to find a bad boy to nail her. Mission accomplished.The medicine woman... a sweet old native American lady that names Romi "Sky" and tells her that she is going to produce baby Dixon, despite losing several babies in the past. She was so stereotypical, it almost seemed like a slap in the face to Native Americans everywhere. At least they didn't make her a drunk. The only compelling, unique acting was that of Lena Dunham. And I can't believe I'm saying it, because I can't stand her. She played the role of trailer trash so well, you would think they pulled some lady out of lot 7 in the same park and told her to play this role, it was that good. Anyway, whatever. I had to leave a review because this movie was so ridiculous, when The BIG ending happened, (I won't spoil it, even though I know you won't care) I was laughing, not crying like intended.Either way, Daryl fans, enjoy some more Daryl, I mean Diego!

"Sky" is a very unique movie and I can't recall ever having seen anything like this...which is a major plus.The film begins with a couple from France vacationing in the town of 29 Palms, which is pretty much in the middle of nowhere in the California desert. The husband is an obvious jerk and when he and the wife are in a bar, he drinks way too much and begins saying horrible things about his wife. Later, after they go back to their room, he tries to rape her and she beats him with a lamp to stop him. She thinks he's dead and quickly disappears on a road trip.Later, when she learns he's NOT dead, she inexplicably does not return home but aimlessly drifts through much of the rest of the film. You see her in seedy hotels, hanging out in old Las Vegas and eventually taking up with a guy who goes from being a one night stand to a boyfriend. It's obvious that Romy (Diane Kruger) is lost and has decided to just take a walk on the wild side. Seeing her hanging out in honkeytonk bars and in trailers is all a bit surreal considering that she's a French-German lady. As I watched this French production, I just kept saying to myself "I hope folks in Europe don't think this is like most of America!". The film presents a very seedy and low view of the country, that's for sure! Dank hotels, ugly and violent people, rats running about...it's certainly not what you usually see in films! This is NOT a complaint...just hoping folks don't assume this is typical Americana.Overall, this is a very good film but it's not for everyone. Many quiet moments and a sense of alienation make it something not for all tastes. But, if you're looking for something truly unique, you could certainly do a lot worse!

I lived in 29 Palms. The only people allowed to make movies set in the Mojave should be people who live or have lived there. Perhaps the most grating (and insulting) error was "Grandma Sioux", not the character or the actress, but the fact that the Native Americans of that area are Chemehuevi. They have been there for centuries. They don't speak Sioux - mapiya is a Sioux word. I've found that too many whites - especially Europeans enamored of the romantic "Indian" behave as though all tribes are the same. It was also inaccurate to picture the Anglos as desert rats with no teeth or all kind-hearted souls. This movie was one of the worst examples of sentimental stereotyping that I've ever seen - made Dances with Wolves look hard-core. There were also errors in geography and location. Finally, at no point in the credits do the film-makers thank the Mojave itself or talk about the current threats that corporate solar power installations pose to the wildlife and sacred sites in the desert. Sheer exploitation. Honte a toi.