A lesson to emerging screenwriters – don’t always draw on your own experience, adapt something. If you can’t afford the rights to a book, try real life – in this case the Walsh St killings, which I admit to being unfamiliar with. But it provides a potent second act (and thus the third) for this crime saga.
There’s some excellent acting on display here – Jackie Weaver is superb as creepy mum, kissing her kids on the lips. Ben Mendelson is wonderful – I got the feeling Luke Ford, Guy Pearce and Sullivan Stapleton were Acting from time to time, but Ben M inhabits his part. He plays it like someone who really knows pain and darkness. The kid who played the teen was a debit – just a bland nothing. I know that was the point – there’s a lot of kids like out there, someone always seems to have a cousin like him – but making him the centre of the film sapped the movie of its energy. It’s hard to build a story around a bland, dull, passive protagonist. (It wouldn’t have been too hard to make him a bit more interesting.)
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