As anybody who spends an unhealthy amount of time around here can attest to, I generally don't mind if a movie has a leisurely pace. But "Liverpool" is the one such movie that tests my patience with pointless scenes so drawn out, I was afraid my DVD player was skipping in a couple of places. As if.
Along these same lines, there is nothing wrong with a filmmaker using minimal dialogue, thus allowing images to either tell a person's story or set up a mystery behind a character's actions. The only problem is that there is so little of either, here. With one exception, the only thing you will ever need to know about Ferral(Juan Fernandez) comes remarkably early when he asks his captain if he can get some time off to see if his mother is still alive the next time they put ashore in Ushuaia, Argentina, despite the wintry weather. And even in trying to be subtle with the movie's ending, "Liverpool" also manages to be manipulative at the same time.