Excerpt: The Son of No One is the third feature from Dito Montiel. Formerly best-known as a musician and a writer, he made his directorial debut with an adaptation of his own autobiography, A Guide to Recognizing Your Saints , which he followed up with 2009�s bare-knuckle boxing melodrama, Fighting .
Excerpt: What do you a call a movie with a pretty impressive ensemble cast (Ray Liotta, Al Pacino, a serious Tracy Morgan, Channing Tatum, Katie Holmes and Juliette Binoche) where you have absolutely no concern for any of the characters?
Summary: This is the third director-star collaboration between Montiel and Tatum (after A Guide to Recognizing Your Saints and Fighting ), so this movie is absolutely worth watching if you’re interested in checking out the Bizarro Burton/Depp, Nolan/Bale, Scorcese/DiCaprio.
Excerpt: Son of No One paints a grim picture of post 9/11 NYPD. The lockers are littered with graffiti, they’re run down, dimly lit, and everyone speaks with hard F-bombs. Never mind the general disrespect, since Son of No One portrays them as idiots.
Conclusion: 'The Son of No One' brings nothing new to the cop drama genre. It's generic and predictable. The source of all the conflict and tension is blatantly obvious to everyone watching the film, but not its central character, who ignorantly avoids it, but we, the audience, aren't that dumb.
REVIEW: Channing Tatum Keeps The Son of No One From Being Totally Orphaned
2 January 2012
Excerpt: Sometimes there are one or two or three things in a movie that seem wholly implausible: For example, characters who, in 2011, don't use or even appear to own cell phones. Depending on the movie -- and the necessity of cell phones to the story -- you might find that one little glitch unforgivable or...
Excerpt: In the Queensboro projects in 1986, a pre-adolescent boy accidentally murders two junkies in close succession. Both are clear-cut self-defense cases—one rushes at him in a bugged-out rage, the other threatens him and kicks his dog in the head—and even if they weren’t, no court would throw the book...