The Son of No One Reviews
Director: Dito Montiel
Summary: Channing Tatum stars as a young cop assigned to patrol his old Queens, N.Y., neighborhood, where he uncovers a dangerous secret about a long-unsolved murder.
My Thoughts: "What??? The question is, what is Al freaking Pachino doing in a crapper like this? Is he not being offered better roles? Was he being blackmailed by the Dito? Has he ran out of money? I don't understand??? The movie is just a mess. An whatever story with unfulfilled characters that no one gives a crap about. Who was the guy stealing Grandma's money? Was he related? Random crack head? Did I miss who the hell he was suppose to be? I don't know. I just think this movie was thrown together without much thought. It really suprises me that studios put money behind crap movies, like this one, thinking that a big name like Pachino will sell it. I was shocked to see Juliette Binoche in this as well. She and Pachino are too good for these types of films. End of rant!"
Jonathan White (Channing Tatum) is a rookie cop who seemingly has the world on his shoulders. He is assigned to the same Precinct of his late father in the same district where he grew up as two unsolved murders from his childhood resurface. These murders may or may not involve him and/or retired Detective Charles Stanford (Al Pacino). Anonymous letters begin to appear from a person who claims to know the identity of the killer and Precinct Captain Marion Mathers (Ray Liotta) wants the case cleared up before it threatens the lives and careers of some possible corrupt cops.
Montiel approaches this with a real gritty realism and the film starts very positively. Name, after recognisable name, appear on the opening credits and the talented cast of excellent performers lead you to believe that this might be something quite special. This belief actually lasts for the first half hour or so, as Montiel builds the layers of his story and employs the use of flashbacks to do so. However, it reaches a point where you realise the film has no sense of urgency and that you're none the wiser as to what the hell is going on. This is not because the story is complicated but because the actions and behaviour of most the characters are frankly baffling. If Montiel had a coherent story to begin with, then he certainly doesn't know how to tell it. It, quite simply, doesn't make sense and the plot holes are insulting. I'd be revealing too much to go into detail but the denouement itself is absolutely ludicrous and you can't help but feel sorry for the actors. Even they have look of bewilderment. I often wonder what great actors see in a script and whether any of them even read this one? I can only assume that some of this film was lost on the cutting-room floor and that in script form it actually made sense because if it didn't, I think everyone involved (including Pacino) should take a sabbatical.
90 mins of unintelligible, inarticulate pap. After this and stinkers like "88 Minutes" and "Righteous Kill" it would seem that Al is losing his touch in recognising a good crime thriller. In fairness though, this might just come down to a bad case of editorial yips.
Not a bad film. The story and script might not be the best you ever see but to me it was an interesting movie on which the end was the thing I was most eager to know. It had a very nice cast although Tatum's role could have been easily replace by someone else, this is not his style of acting, basically he's not that good of an actor right now. Don't expect alot from this film and you might like it.
A rookie cop is assigned to the 118 Precinct in the same district where he grew up. The Precinct Captain starts receiving letters about two unsolved murders that happened many years ago in the housing projects when the rookie cop was just a kid. These letters bring back bad memories and old secrets that begin to threaten his career and break up his family.
Acting wise, Pacino is good as usual. I feel like I have seen him play this role before. Same goes with Ray Liotta. Juliette Binoche and Katie Holmes provide solid supporting work here. Tracy Morgan is miscast as Vincent.
Dito Montiel did a much better job, directing wise, with A Guide to Recognizing Your Saints than this film.