Damsel begins with a Western-style Waiting For Godot: two men, sitting in the desert, waiting for a carriage that you just know without being told will never come. One of the men is a preacher (played by the inimitable Robert Forster), and the scene ends with him stripping down naked and running, flailing, towards the horizon.
That cinematic vignette, maybe one of the best few minutes I’ve seen on screen all year, more or less sums up Damsel, the western
