Colby Cutler (Brendan Gleeson) rules his family with an iron fist, making sure that they’re all part of his criminal activities, but also provided for. But his son Chad (Michael Fassbender) has had enough of their life, of getting into trouble. He wants to make sure that his children are settled – literally it means leaving the collection of trailers that is their family’s home. But Colby won’t just let him go without a fight.
Throughout the film I was wondering whether the Cutlers are supposed to be Romani – because then it would have been one of the most racist films I’ve ever seen. It turns out that they’re actually Irish Travellers, meaning that the film isn’t racist, just stereotypical as fuck and pretty aggravating.
Three people all touched by death:
French journalist Marie LeLay (Cécile de France) is on holidays when she’s hit by the Tsunami and almost drowns. From then on, she’s obsessed with the life after death experience she’s had and tries to make sense of it all.
George Lonegan (Matt Damon) is trying to hard to lead a normal life, which is made impossible by his talent: whenever he touches someone, he sees the dead people who were close to them.
Marcus (George and Frankie McLaren) tries to get back on his feet after the death of his twin brother Jason (Frankie and George McLaren) and his mother (Lyndsey Marshal) going to rehab.
As I’ve said before, I really don’t like Clint Eastwood as a director. So nobody was more surprised than me that the thing I liked least about this film was Peter Morgan‘s script.