Once again I find
myself asking when will there be a film about a tucked away, secretive cult led
by a shady messianic control freak where they all turn out to be pleasant happy
folk and quietly get on with their lives?
Aah well, this one is
about an Australian group of loonsacks following some guy, probably called
Bruce of Nazareth, who spouts the kind of inane shite the desperate seem happy
to believe if they can feel better about themselves without taking the blame
for their past actions. They should try writing a sporadic, patchy film blog,
far more therapeutic.
Anyway, Bruce also
has a rather dramatic interpretation of immersion therapy, doing a male rape
victim up the wrong 'un to help him confront his abused past for example. Being
aware of that approach I'd probably say that I had issues with crisps and
napping, then settle down for a fortnight on my Monster Munch duvet.
As you can probably
guess, it all goes a bit bollock shaped by the end of the film.
It's well acted and
all that stuff, but didn't grab me at all. No one was very likeable, the pacing
was sluggish and I'm now too busy thinking about snack based bedding to carry
on.
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt2307002/
5.5/10
Perkin.
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