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Dead Man's Shoes (2004). The sense of barely constrained dread that exudes out of Paddy Considine's character is damn near palpable. Take that dread and unleash it on a room full of comical knuckleheads with some skeletons to account for and we have this movie in a nutshell. On paper this flick would seem a little flat, but the acting and direction drives this movie forward as if greased with blood. And just when the movie seems to falter, it reinvents itself with fresh vigor. A rather dark and somewhat violent affair expertly blended with pharmaceutical humor, this movie is not for everyone. But for those fans of dark and disturbing agencies, astute viewing will reward the viewer with subtle aspects of this flick that will only add to its cinematic coffers. Late.
derek
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Fate is my mistress, mother of the cruel abomination that is hope.
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