The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford, Andrew Dominik, 2007.

Dominik's obsessive, lyrical film is possesed of a sensual acuity borne at once of Malick's prarie, all windblown grasses and hissing cicadas, and the snowbound saddle tramps of Altman's McCabe and Mrs Miller and de Toth's Day of the Outlaw. Perhaps more impressively, however, the film's resolute narrative drive is an absolute excercise in tone, mood, and precision.