Based on a graphic novel. Whatever happened to literature? Did everyone's pens run out of ink after Catcher in the Rye was written? This portentous stinker is graced with the usual crass direction from David Cronenberg. An opening scene in which a violent act cuts to a domestic scene will have your eyeballs rolling early. There's even the dreaded hubcap shot, stalwart of second rate directors the world over. And the world is getting smaller every day.
Not one scene rings true. My favourite is the son who through the wonders of DNA suddenly becomes the junior karate champion of America and later suffers not a jot of post traumatic stress syndrome after a bout of participatory violenomics with his old man. In fact, he's swiftly forgotten about and placed into the cupboard helpfully marked 'plot device'. However, those who like to polish their behinds on staircases will not be disappointed by the depiction of violence throughout, no matter how preposterous.
A rather wonderful performance from Viggo Mortensen deserves a better screenplay.
Not one scene rings true. My favourite is the son who through the wonders of DNA suddenly becomes the junior karate champion of America and later suffers not a jot of post traumatic stress syndrome after a bout of participatory violenomics with his old man. In fact, he's swiftly forgotten about and placed into the cupboard helpfully marked 'plot device'. However, those who like to polish their behinds on staircases will not be disappointed by the depiction of violence throughout, no matter how preposterous.
A rather wonderful performance from Viggo Mortensen deserves a better screenplay.