The final film from the great character actor Harry Dean Stanton, who passed away in September, and it’s as perfect as his first lead role in 1984’s Paris, Texas. As John Carroll Lynch’s directing debut, you can tell it’s the work of a fellow character actor: his creation is a touching portrait of a 90-year-old man living alone in a small Southern town surrounded by cacti, tumbleweed and loneliness. Consistently either comedic, thought-provoking and wry, the intimately written script (from Stanton’s ex-assistant Logan Sparks and actor Drago Sumonja) gives the title character such a rich impression to leave on the audience, just as Stanton has throughout his career. Starring a distraught David Lynch, who is searching for his missing pet tortoise (named President Roosevelt) the film looks at life in a mellow but telling tale of existentialism and the endings of life: Lucky has a fall and has to confront his life and his future. A poignantly apt tribute to the late actor, it feels almost a full circle from Paris, Texas, where he is still wandering through a desert looking for meaning in nothing: “I’m not afraid of heights, I’m afraid of falling” he declared in the first, but now he’s had his fall and he still gets to walk off into the wilderness.