Well if you ever wanted to see what the hillbillies from Deliverance were doing before them city boys got canoeing, well here's ya chance. God damn, James Franco movies. There ain't nothing like them. The pretence of art cinema with the clumsiness and cheap cinematography of a direct to DVD film, his directorial resume is littered with flyover vanity projects that seem to have been made only because the money was there.
Child of God is another one of these pointless Franco films, a character study which tries your patience with its tangential narrative, claustrophobic camerawork and deeply unpleasant characters. I straight out laughed my arse off during several scenes in this film as I struggled to find the point of seeing our protagonist defecate in the first five minutes or hump a dead corpse (there's the spoilers) round about the time he would have killed four people by now in any other serial killer film that was worth a damn.
I would be lying if I said Scott Haze was not at least committed, however I would be nothing except paid off if I said I understood thirty percent of what he was saying or that I gave a full view crap about anything that went on in this film.
The dialogue is stale and the performances are not all that better. The one saving grave of this film might be it's period setting, but considering most of this film takes place in scuttlebutt woods, a few old cars and a stacked wardrobe is not really all that impressive.
I can't find anything else to say about Child of God other than that it's either a boring as hell serial killer film or an indulgent character study that features a committed central performance but has no real story to propel it. It's a plodding effort that I don't see myself remembering much of by next week.
Child of God is another one of these pointless Franco films, a character study which tries your patience with its tangential narrative, claustrophobic camerawork and deeply unpleasant characters. I straight out laughed my arse off during several scenes in this film as I struggled to find the point of seeing our protagonist defecate in the first five minutes or hump a dead corpse (there's the spoilers) round about the time he would have killed four people by now in any other serial killer film that was worth a damn.
I would be lying if I said Scott Haze was not at least committed, however I would be nothing except paid off if I said I understood thirty percent of what he was saying or that I gave a full view crap about anything that went on in this film.
The dialogue is stale and the performances are not all that better. The one saving grave of this film might be it's period setting, but considering most of this film takes place in scuttlebutt woods, a few old cars and a stacked wardrobe is not really all that impressive.
I can't find anything else to say about Child of God other than that it's either a boring as hell serial killer film or an indulgent character study that features a committed central performance but has no real story to propel it. It's a plodding effort that I don't see myself remembering much of by next week.