Prince Avalanche There are neither princes nor avalanches in David Gordon Green's Prince Avalanche, but there are miles and miles of burnt forest through which uptight, self-styled woodsman Alvin (Paul Rudd) and his girlfriend's boorish younger brother Lance (Emile Hirsch) must paint yellow traffic lines on the highway. They don't get along at first — Lance wants to play cock-rock on the boombox, while Alvin prefers German-language tapes — and there wouldn't be much of a movie if they did, but they both have trouble with women, the mystery of which has sparked a million bromances. Prince Avalanche is set in the aftermath of a 1988 Central Texas wildfire, both to give a historical context and in order to keep the characters isolated by the technology, as well as giving Rudd the opportunity to rock a period mustache. A loose remake of the Icelandic film Either Way, Green manages to keep Prince Avalanche from falling too deep in the quirk hole that traps so many indie films, with only a few overt stylistic flourishes, and a slight hint of the supernatural; it's primarily a mood piece, that mood provided by the devastated landscape and the gloomy post-rock stylings of Explosions in the Sky and David Wingo. Perhaps most importantly, it's a step up for Rudd after Admission.