Usually when an actor decides to write, produce, direct, and star in a movie, disaster hides just around the corner, an elbow clearly visible, alerting you to its presence, warning you of an impending “boo!”, one that you lack the strength to avoid because, damn it, disaster just endears to you so much, and could use the giggle storm that would doubtless follow your feigned surprise once it jumps out at you… hah… sorry, I got a little lost there. Sometimes that doesn’t happen, and you get the drop on disaster, but still preserve the giggling. I’m thinking in that case of Clint Eastwood, Billy Bob Thornton, uhm, I guess Jackie Chan. It can work. Most of the time, though, it’s just gawd awful. Anyhoozle, it comes as a great surprise and relief when that’s not the case.
The Homesman (2014)
The Plot: When three women (Miranda Otto, Grace…
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