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Dorathen Better Late Then Never

Ketrivie It isn't all that great, actually. Really cheesy and very predicable of how certain scenes are gonna turn play out. However, I guess that's the charm of it all, because I would consider this one of my guilty pleasures.

Billie Morin This movie feels like it was made purely to piss off people who want good shows

Martie Ashworth As a child I watched the dust appear in the sunlight coming in through the window, then dance as in a fairy tale, and slowly disappear. That is how the relationship between Julie and William appeared to me. They loved once, danced, and slowly faded. I watched this film with a group of friends, all older women who had done the same thing. Some made it through the tough times in their marriage and some didn't. We all understood. We hurt for both Julie's desperation, and William's pain. We had to wonder if the two lead actors had been there at some point in their own personal lives as they were "true" to lost love and the need for more. This film touched us all, kept us interested, and was beautifully acted. It's about time there was a film about older people's struggles. Let's see more films of this type, and more older people in films in general.

Sam Neff I recently purchased a Roku box, in order to stream media from my PC to my television. Something I discovered was that there were a handful of indie film apps built into the system, and, through searching around, I stumbled upon White Knuckles the other night.After watching the film, I couldn't help but think of my parents, as well as about my own future in this lifetime. Haunting is a good word for it. It resonated with me, so much so, that I felt the need to write something. This 'review' is not meant to read as a synopsis, but rather, a reaction. Martie Ashworth (Julie) was absolutely wonderful. She really has a quality about her that works so well. A humanity to her work that flows seamlessly from one scene to the next. She brings to Julie the sort of traits that such a character who is at a crossroads in life would need... Hopeful exhaustion, is the best way I can describe it. Watching the character, one hopes to never allow themselves to fall into such a situation, a marriage that is dead and participated in strictly out of habit. But at the same time, one hopes that they will be just active in attempting change.Larry Strauss (William) is incredible in this role. It is almost as if the filmmakers simply let him be and he just was this man. It is a strange feeling to empathize with a character, yet, at the same time, resent them. He, as well as the movie itself, serve as a cautionary tale to me, and I was whole-heartedly affected.I could very much discuss every character in the piece, as I found many of the performances very effective. But I will just limit it to Ms. Ashworth and Mr. Strauss in this review.Kudos to the filmmakers/actors/crew. I'm really glad I stumbled upon this film. I look forward to much more from this group.

Erik Reese I'm pleased to say that i've seen this film several times (via DVD and Netflix streaming) and enjoy it very much! While most movies these days hardly state anything of significance, "White Knuckles" deals uniquely with forgiveness all while disguising its presence in a revenge story that is subtle yet shockingly painful. Not to mention, the film is also jam packed with intricate subtext dealing with moral dilemma, spirituality, and transcendence, which are brave & different themes to explore in modern day films.The performances are also very raw and human which play nicely to a plot that unfolds deadly motives in a minimalist fashion. In addition, the music in the film compliments the imagery wonderfully, especially the wide nature shots. All in all, the movie delivers…it delivers on numerous levels (performances, story, music, and theme) and it does a fine job taking the audience into a dark world only then to slowly bring them out into a meaningful catharsis. When you watch the film, you'll discover for yourself that it's a gem among indies!

jaredmobarak Love can seem so easy from the outside. Two people: completely enamored with each other, their smiles easy, serene, and unmistakably genuine. But we forget that behind each joyful façade lurks the reality of who we are. A relationship takes work and the longer it spans the more care is necessary to keep it viable. Sometimes, no matter what others see, the stuff that goes on behind closed doors is a tumultuous storm of emotion, repression, and isolation. We clench our fists for so long, pushing back the anger and frustration as patience hangs by a thread, that the release doesn't end in a kiss, but volatility. We begin to erase possibilities with each passing second taking us farther from where we were the day, month, decade before. White Knuckles shows us this state, a marriage all but lost—one looking for a calm long since forgotten.Writer/director Kevin K. Shah pulls us into the world of Julie (Martie Ashworth) and William (Larry Strauss), a couple we believe we have seen many times in our own lives. Seniors in their Golden Years, the two have very disparate ideas on what constitutes a good day. She yearns for life, digging in her gardens and breathing love into each and every plant; he seeks routine, sleeping in late, watching football, eating his wife's food, and turning off the light to do it all again. But their clash is a symbiotic one, the cause of the rift in this union impossible to find. His depression and unhidden anguish at life making her miserable, her inability to keep that frustration under wraps making him depressed. And so the future of Julie and William loses its shine day by day.A past trip to the Rocky Mountains, remembered fondly by both, begins to serve as a physical manifestation of their love—a last ditch goal who's achievement will show success. Thus Shah introduces us to trees, a haunting score at their backs, their natural beauty a glimpse of what should be. Whether the bare branches of a forest against the sky or the rolling hills of a hiker's dream from above, this is the promise of love everlasting. And it's all threatened as the film goes on to show just how far this couple has fallen into the depths pure revulsion. These vignettes of trees begin to speed up, the music quickening—the beauty of life about to be consumed by fire. The spark has been lit and the future is helpless from its own destruction. As Julie and William drift further apart, the flames build higher, all chances for forgiveness, life, and hope resting on the failures of two people too eager to place blame than to acknowledge their own roles in this genocide of love.It's hard for people to change and when you get to the age of these two leads, the lack of desire to do so only makes it impossible. Life was never easy for this family, but they had an understanding; they had tiny moments of warmth to get them through. This ability to survive, however, only existed because they had space, time to live their lives and come together for a night's dinner. Place all these pieces in a small space for an extended period of time with nowhere to go and an explosion is only natural. Add the fact the husband is struggling to keep his head above water emotionally, the testing of his closet bar's strength alluding to his defeat, and the wife barely able to remove her permanent scowl, the loathing of this man's sloth and ambivalence too much, and you can't say her idea to slowly alleviate the pain by poisoning him is surprising.But it isn't handled in a comic way or with malicious intent. In fact, Shah somehow allows this heinous act to appear as charity. This is the answer for them both—he senses her want for him to be gone and she needs his exit to move on with her life. The progression of their fissure soon evolves into an earthquake, the space between them increasing with each action. And while both Ashworth and Strauss aren't household names or faces, they are nothing short of revelatory. Her suffering is always just under the surface while his forfeiture of life is stamped in the watery drooping of his defeated eyes. Every opportunity for him to understand what's happening to their marriage is shot down, his realization she is pushing him away noticeable in every scene, the deflation of body language seen when a smile turns to a frown and even a frown falling further; every grasp at hope for her buried beneath the fear and agony of God's abandonment many years ago.White Knuckles is a slow burn with an emotionally resonate—albeit expected—outcome. The visual style seamlessly moves from the trees metaphorically depicting the tempestuous souls at play, routinely shot scenes of character interaction, and extreme close-ups with shallow depth of field disorienting and intriguing in their artistry and carefully chaotic composition. Love is oftentimes depicted as some serendipitous contrivance of fate used as a device to warm audiences' hearts. It's rare to then watch two people with a history together attempt to reconcile the distance grown between them. The mushy, clichéd period of dating is long gone, replaced only by strain. In such a situation, sometimes you must lose everything to once again realize what it was you had. Life kicks you down more times than anyone could ever expect and it is those around you willing to offer a hand that matter. We all have people in our lives we wish ill upon, those we feel we'd be better off without. But instead of blaming God, instead of blaming them, it is most likely ourselves who need to wake-up. Our only solace is in knowing we may be able to do so with enough time to make it count.