Not for the squeamish of heart. Not because of violence or anything, but it is a disturbing kind of movie, touching on isolation, bad parenting, snakes, incest, urban sprawl, drugs, ideals gone awry, the similarities of enemies and death.
I'm usually fond of Catherine Keener, but I really wanted to slap the ever-lovin' crap out of her in this movie. Then set the snake on her. Bitch.
Camilla Belle is weirdly transcendent as Rose, the dangerously innocent teenaged daughter. "Wild Thing" as Keener's character's extra-creepy son puts it. (there are two sons. One extra-creepy, one only mildly creepy) Daniel Day-Lewis continually amazes me at the rigors he puts himself through to achieve accuracy of role. As Jack, it is quite believable that he's a man on the short road to death. His body looks as though a light wind would knock him down, and when I saw him shirtless, I wondered how he could breathe with no space for his lungs to exist in his sunken chest. It was like looking at Gollum.
Beautifully directed by Rebecca Miller, who also wrote the novel on which it's based. Cinematographically (is that a word?) it's stunning- she's well on her way to being a much sought out director if she can direct someone else's works with the same deft touch as she uses on her own.
Anyway- not one for the kiddies, and it's left me feeling melancholy and kind of empty. Sad for the characters I was pulling so hard for.
I liked it. :)
I'm usually fond of Catherine Keener, but I really wanted to slap the ever-lovin' crap out of her in this movie. Then set the snake on her. Bitch.
Camilla Belle is weirdly transcendent as Rose, the dangerously innocent teenaged daughter. "Wild Thing" as Keener's character's extra-creepy son puts it. (there are two sons. One extra-creepy, one only mildly creepy) Daniel Day-Lewis continually amazes me at the rigors he puts himself through to achieve accuracy of role. As Jack, it is quite believable that he's a man on the short road to death. His body looks as though a light wind would knock him down, and when I saw him shirtless, I wondered how he could breathe with no space for his lungs to exist in his sunken chest. It was like looking at Gollum.
Beautifully directed by Rebecca Miller, who also wrote the novel on which it's based. Cinematographically (is that a word?) it's stunning- she's well on her way to being a much sought out director if she can direct someone else's works with the same deft touch as she uses on her own.
Anyway- not one for the kiddies, and it's left me feeling melancholy and kind of empty. Sad for the characters I was pulling so hard for.
I liked it. :)