How are viewers supposed to remain invested in a movie character’s survival when the character themselves don’t behave as if they are? When their decisions become infuriatingly counterintuitive and reckless?
On the surface, the film's very well made, so I guess it's the story's direction I had problems with.
Despite thin characters and absurdist levels of gory violence, it's a slick, technically superior Action-Thriller which I enjoyed on a purely aesthetic level.
The film's more concerned with depicting a fractured father-son relationship salvaged by the supernatural. This is a troubled-family drama dressed up, albeit rather skimpily, in Horror clothing.
The trial should've been open and shut, but turned out to be quite the mess. At least Bulger, cold-blooded killer that he was, rightfully wound up behind bars for the rest of his life. And now, the rest of his life has arrived at its conclusion.
Purely as an exercise in aesthetics, the film could be appreciated, but it was tough to get through for the reasons mentioned above. This is the kind of arthouse movie I can admire without really enjoying.
The first half was a tough slog, an eye-rolling, head-scratching endurance test. The second half redeemed itself beautifully, albeit in nightmarish, ultra-violent fashion.