The union of Jeff Nichols and Michael Shannon in Shotgun Stories was memorable and surprising. Because Nichols knows cinematic storytelling and Shannon knows how to rip masks and show bare flesh without even a hint of a whimper. That is partly why Take Shelter is one of the most suffocating movies in recent American independent cinema. Curtis seems to have the perfect life and a struggling, but united, family. Hence all of a sudden panic strikes him through a series of apocalyptic nightmares which he fears will become true and subsequents incursions into schizophrenia. This is a truly unseen portrait of dementia, characterized by a slow descent into paranoia but always in a sustained manner. Rarely in movies have psychological disorders been shown in such a sober way, mainly because of Michael Shannon once again earth-shattering performance, in a disturbing struggle with himself to always stay in control. He is not alone this time though. Jessica Chastain, undoubtedly the next greatest actress in the world, is equally charismatic and moving as the wife whose concern and love never falter. And, with the risk of being reductive, the whole movie, even in its most prophetic aspirations, is all about that spark between them which allows him to take shelter on her before his mind fully unravels. That is why the much talked about ending is not to be feared or disdained. It ends up being nothing more than another projection of their belief in each other. And no storm can destroy that.