Over long, well acted with a poor script. Shyamalan does excellent work specifically with child actors.
I wanted to like this movie. There's so much to like - the relationship between the older former monk and the younger monk, the cinematography, an old man holding a set of prayer beads and an axe, and I didn't even mind some of the twists.
With that in mind, I don't think this movie actually delivers on any of the promises of its best scenes. Instead it's a bit confused in its own frenetic action, uneven and overstuffed. The entire plotline with the police officer could have been cut.
There's just not enough here to love and that's a pity.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Is the weirdest thing about this documentary what happened to Jan, that her parents basically aided and abetted a man they had to know was sexually abusing her or that she ever found a way to forgive them? I honestly don't know.
There's this great moment where Gay Talese, in his respectable suit, sits down and tells the lady editor at the New Yorker his subject (Foos) is "not creepy."
It's great for two reasons. One, it is immediately followed by Foos giving an incredibly lurid and detailed description of watching his aunt naked through a window and masturbating. And also because the crew goes back to talk to the editor and she says that Foos is a sociopath.
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