Reel Review: A Desert

AA Desert doesn’t follow a trail—it erases one. A photographer goes missing in the middle of nowhere, and his wife hires a PI to find out what happened. That’s the plot, but it’s not the point. The film trades action for dread. It’s not interested in solving anything; it’s just showing how loss and silence can consume people.
The pacing is dry by design. The desert isn’t just scenery—it’s the mood. Every frame is washed out, still, and just slightly off. Conversations go nowhere. People avoid the truth. Even the PI doesn’t feel like a lifeline—just another person circling the drain.
Ty Segall’s score hums beneath it all, never pushing too hard. The result feels more like a nightmare you wake up from, unsure of what happened.
It’s slow. It’s spare. But it sticks.
Mitten’s Verdict: No map, no answers, no way out. Just sand, silence, and the weight of what’s missing. Rated: 6.1 out of 10.