It’s difficult to believe Ryder’s gullibility, if not willingness to be caught in his uncle’s strange web of provocations.
Least Among Saints exploits war-time anxiety in an attempt to achieve an unearned sense of importance.
Eric Valette’s even lousier American remake is something like the next generation of suck.
What should have been a jumping-off point for a lively discussion about the meaning of life is really just a philosophically shallow wasteland.
This predictable but heartwarming comedy plays out like an antidote to films like About Schmidt and Napoleon Dynamite.