Mark Gill’s film is content to indulge young Steven Patrick Morrissey’s basest, self-flagellating impulses.
Its litany of human freaks and animal monstrosities are meant to distract from the superficiality of its psychological and intellectual concerns.
The thinly sketched characters are numerous and inconsequential, with Lone Scherfig giving sparse attention to humanizing or deepening them.
Garrett Hedlund’s performance throbs with an anguish that’s far more honest than the sentimental euthanasia subplot at the center of the film.
Fantasy is heavily dependent on vision, which Mark Helprin had in spades, but the look of Akiva Goldsman’s fantasy is limp, timid, and occasionally outright awkward.
Reportedly, people have been living at the Highclere site for roughly 1,300 years.