NEXT TIME, PEOPLE, WARN ME: Saw Jim Sheridan's much-admired In America yesterday.
Now, the acting is all solid, especially the two real-life sisters playing sisters Christy and Ariel, and Samantha Morton's toughness really comes through.
But the story, my gosh! It doesn't get moving until the street carnival scene, and that works really well, but then, next thing you know, Djimon Hounsou -- Hollywood's Favorite Magical Negro -- shows up, and it's all malarkey from there on out. You just sit around waiting for the scene where Djimon's going to teach the family how to play golf, help them communicate with their dead son, shout "show me the money!", or, if necessary (and this is more of a Michael Clarke Duncan job), die so that others might live and be redeemed.
It's emotional at the end, but you'll hate yourself for reacting to it. Recommended avoid, especially when there's so many better options out there.
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