There’s beauty to behold in the bizarrely titled “Ain’t Them Bodies Saints,” which possesses a moviemaking mission to resuscitate a bygone era of film construction that dwelled in mood and feeling, most pointedly in the early work of Terrence Malick. It’s a quest shared by many indie directors, but David Lowery (who also scripts) finds an organic way of homage while detailing his own story of loss and longing, employing an atmospheric sense of Texas culture to ease audiences into this tone poem of a picture. Dramatically static but superbly assembled, “Ain’t Them Bodies Saints” isn’t just an eye-crossing title, but a warmly realized portrait of separation as therapy, appreciating all the minor triumphs of maturation. Read the rest at Blu-ray.com