A post-whole-world destroying show as stripped-down as its title recommends, Mr. Church imagines end times in which every experience with another human involves a hard math of danger versus advantage. More hard-edged Western than science fiction, it shuns dialog however much as could be expected while as yet passing on the irresoluteness of a solitary man who permits two ladies to share his isolates cover. Fine exhibitions help novice Stephen Fingleton tell this straightforward story, whose starkness ought to order consideration on the fest circuit.
Martin McCann plays the anonymous man at the film’s middle, a recluse of watchful propensities whose little garden is firmly protected, treated by the assemblages of the individuals who have undermined him. At the point when youthful Milja (Mia Goth) and her more established sidekick Kathryn discover his shack, it sets aside quite a while for him to lower his firearm and start to deal with them.