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Old West gets a new twist in ‘Sisters Brothers’

Joaquin Phoenix, left, and John C. Reilly appear in “The Sisters Brothers.”
Joaquin Phoenix, left, and John C. Reilly appear in “The Sisters Brothers.” AP

Bloody, sentimental and shrewdly acted, “The Sisters Brothers” opens with a conspicuous bang and then clip-clops along a winding path, alternating between sibling-rivalry wisecracks and wry observations of a rapidly changing mid-19th century frontier full of startling new inventions.

The toothbrush, for example. Or flush toilets. The way John C. Reilly regards such wonders, you’re reminded of just how good he can be doing the simplest things.

Reilly plays Eli Sisters, the naive, responsible one of the title duo. His alcoholic, dangerously touchy brother, Charlie, is portrayed by Joaquin Phoenix. “We’re good at what we do,” Charlie reminds Eli early on, by which time it’s already clear these siblings need a break — from their job, from their line of work, from the shadow cast by their drunken lout of a father.

The Sisters brothers kill for a living. The film’s opening nighttime ambush reveals their lack of finesse; the melee leads to a burning barn, and in one bizarre, digitally realized detail, a horse on fire, galloping to his death. Nonetheless they remain in the employ of a shadowy figure known only as the Commodore.

Their latest assignment requires them to hunt down a chemist (Riz Ahmed) who has discovered a way to locate gold in river beds. This miraculous invention poses a threat to the mining companies. Another man in the Commodore’s employ, an Eastern dandy (Jake Gyllenhaal), is sent on ahead of the Sisters boys to find and befriend the chemist until the killers arrive.

But the chemist’s idealistic talk of a shining utopian community intrigues the Gyllenhaal character, and by the time Reilly and Phoenix get there, “The Sisters Brothers” has turned into a series of best-laid plans gone astray.

The material comes from a book by Canadian novelist Patrick DeWitt, and the film version marks the English-language debut of French director Jacques Audiard (“A Prophet,” “Dheepan”). He filmed this loping yarn, set in 1851 Oregon and California, against the landscapes of Romania and Spain. Quite deliberately it all feels a little off-kilter. Nobody quite knows where they’re going in “The Sisters Brothers,” or how they’ll react to threats and enticements along the way.

In a few digitally assisted compositions, such as the brothers’ first glimpse of teeming, big-city San Francisco, director Audiard captures a lovely sense of storybook history. In all his work, the director explores both the real world and the movie past, often in the same picture. His recent drama “Dheepan” began as an absorbing story of a Sri Lankan war refugee establishing a new life in Paris, and ended with a preposterous, feel-good killing spree. The violence in “The Sisters Brothers” feels similarly erratic, sometimes meant to hurt, sometimes simply to amuse or divert or excite.

Amid this conundrum of a movie, the actors provide what the facile screenplay cannot: a human pulse, shrewdly underscored by composer Alexandre Desplat’s time-traveling musical landscape.

‘The Sisters Brothers’

1/2

Rated R for violence including disturbing images, language and some sexual content.

Time: 2:01

Opens Friday.

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