Abraham Lincoln's unexceptional face would be appropriate for the penny, the Lincoln biographer Carl Sandburg said in 1909. The one-cent piece was, he said, "the coin of the common folk from whom he came and to whom he belongs."
Sandburg's The Prairie Years is a source behind The Better Angels, a gorgeous look at the raw, wooded Indiana of the early 1800s and a dreamy study of the boy Lincoln who was destined to leave it behind. The film by Terrence Malick's protégé, A.J. Edwards, is in black and white, with ground-hugging camera angles that look up to the low autumnal sun.
There is era-evocative narration, but the dialogue itself is sparse. Often the visually exquisite scenes are flashback-like, but there's nothing from which to flash back – that's all there is. We see humanity, mind and a work ethic in formation, shaped by a taciturn disciplinarian of a father (Jason Clarke), a preacher, a talent-spotting teacher, and a mother and stepmother who foster compassion.
A noticeably mole-free Braydon Denney is young Abe, who wrestled above his weight, was a fool for the maypole and as honest as the Daniel Day-Lewis is long. The absorbent little fellow was also a thinker and a quiet watcher – penny for his thoughts, you betcha.