REVIEW: Three stars, Rated R (107 minutes) It doesn’t take a film scholar to see that each new entry in Taylor Sheridan’s “Modern American Frontier” trilogy has grown chillier and more deliberate as it has pushed north. Sheridan is the writer of 2015’s “Sicario” and 2016’s “Hell or High Water” — both of which felt like classically topical (if entirely worthy) Oscar bait — but he also steps behind the camera with this year’s “Wind River.” Whereas “Sicario” examined the drug war on the U.S.-Mexico border, and “Hell or High Water” explored economic desperation in West Texas, “Wind River” plants us on a frozen reservation in Wyoming, where the sexual assault and death of a young American Indian woman has grabbed the attention of the FBI — but just barely. Instead of dispatching a veteran, the feds send baby-faced Jane Banner from the Las Vegas field office.