Some, critics have
bigged this film up as a bit of a masterpiece.
Here's why it's not:
The plot. Two
brothers grow up in a small town, the younger one is sensitive and upon
reaching adulthood, goes of to live in the big city. The other, a rather
lesser-witted fellow, stays behind and makes a living as a goon for the local
crime boss.
Younger brother
returns and infiltrates the gang in an attempt to extract dummo from its
clutches. Along the way there's the occasional shooting and beating.
The main activity of
the gang of bad guys appears to be, well, just that, 'Grrr, we're baddies! Be
careful around us!'
Is there anything in
that plot which isn't straight out of some piss-poor Stevan Seagal bollocks?
This doesn't even have the comedy value of that mumbling, tubby pensioner
pretending to beat up people much younger than him.
The acting. I think
Anton Yelchin has been very good in everything I've seen him in, certainly the
ONLY thing of merit in Terminator Salvation. However in this he spends most of
the film squeaking a few lines of dialogue and looking like he's about to cry.
The guy playing his brother is less like a realistic portrayal of someone with
a limited IQ, and more like someone doing a prolonged playground 'spazz'
impression. Vincent Donofrio's gang leader lacks any real sense of menace and
seems rather portly and camp, like a redneck version of Uncle Monty from
Withnail And I.
I think the relationship
between the brothers is meant to be akin to Steinbeck's Lenny and George,
including the sense of trying to avoid inevitable disaster, but instead... Fuck
all this, the film's shit.
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt2503954/
3/10
Perkin.
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