For Schrader, even a film called Master Gardener ultimately pivots on a man having to take out the macho trash.
The film is, even by Paul Schrader’s standards, a bleak endeavor, concerned with the durability of spirituality.
December Boys comes at you like Helen Hunt in the 1982 Afterschool Special Desperate Lives.
It imagines the Bard’s tale of power, greed, and madness as an ultra-violent gangster opus populated by pretty faces who’d be right at home on the CW.