Thursday, February 17, 2011

No pain, no Caine


Wasn’t this something of a cool motherfucker. I mentioned some lines ago something about liking small town movies - add vigilante movies to that list. Harry Brown presents Michael Caine at his very best and a deep nod to Sean Harris, a relatively more unknown actor, but a small top-notch fucken performance here. Must mention though that somewhere along the line the director lost his focus and the film stumbles in a few naïve and irritating plot holes and fails to deliver the reality it tried to pursue.

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