This does not cling to the basic tenements of story structure or good acting. This is a relentless onslaught of Gibson gurning and or grinning psychotically, operatic emotions, a sullen atmosphere and attempted terse fatalistic dialogue. This was not well-rendered. Gibson attempts gaunt faced intensity but is just infuriatingly intransigent and belligerent and is an insufferable miserable git. This achingly dismal film disappointed and failed.
People do piteous lamenting and this was made with staggering disregard for logic and grows infinitely worse with each scene. This was not even functional. Gibson sits around in a toxic pall with dreary relish. The script is vague and uninformative. There is a deterioration of general ethics, failed gravely earnestness and an apparent jealous nefarious scheme. This has no incident or gravitas just dark agendas, you can tell that when Danny Huston pops up.
“Get him a ginger ale!”
“You can’t stay here.”
“Stop pissing in the bushes.”
“We lease it.”