I haven't been this disappointed by a film in a while.
10,000 Saints has a lot of problems but no action or plot movement isn't among them. The film's core message, while it won't blow your doors off, does have some substance to it. The problem lies primarily with the three young actors who are left to prop up the movie --- Butterfield, Steinfeld, and Hirsch.
Of the three, I've only been semi-impressed with Hirsch's work. Steinfeld and Butterfield flail madly (though in oddly inexpressive ways) trying to unsuccessfully ape more talented actors (Steinfeld - Natalie Portman, Butterfield --- too numerous to mention).
It doesn't help that the screenwriters (who are quite engaging writers usually) give them a hackneyed cross between an after-school special and a lifetime movie in terms of story development.
This movie's most intriguing messages lie under the plot and in the emotional depth of field of its characters --- what they're NOT saying and doing, since they're all dealing with intolerable situations set-up by their miscreant "parents". But they have neither the tools or road maps to find such jewels, so instead we get the usual floundering youth story (teen pregnancies, friendships betrayed, etc.). Hawke and Mortimer are okay but even the lack of energy finally drains them as it does us. If these pseudo "punks" are this boring now, imagine how quick they'll fade into suburbia as adults. Frightening.
And of course, it's all bookended by a flashback monologue that makes you wonder exactly what the Butterfield character is even trying to tell us in terms of what this whole experience meant to him. It's all too nebulous and meaningless for anyone over 17 to care about.
The soundtrack is decent, other than that it's an absolute misfire.
10,000 Saints has a lot of problems but no action or plot movement isn't among them. The film's core message, while it won't blow your doors off, does have some substance to it. The problem lies primarily with the three young actors who are left to prop up the movie --- Butterfield, Steinfeld, and Hirsch.
Of the three, I've only been semi-impressed with Hirsch's work. Steinfeld and Butterfield flail madly (though in oddly inexpressive ways) trying to unsuccessfully ape more talented actors (Steinfeld - Natalie Portman, Butterfield --- too numerous to mention).
It doesn't help that the screenwriters (who are quite engaging writers usually) give them a hackneyed cross between an after-school special and a lifetime movie in terms of story development.
This movie's most intriguing messages lie under the plot and in the emotional depth of field of its characters --- what they're NOT saying and doing, since they're all dealing with intolerable situations set-up by their miscreant "parents". But they have neither the tools or road maps to find such jewels, so instead we get the usual floundering youth story (teen pregnancies, friendships betrayed, etc.). Hawke and Mortimer are okay but even the lack of energy finally drains them as it does us. If these pseudo "punks" are this boring now, imagine how quick they'll fade into suburbia as adults. Frightening.
And of course, it's all bookended by a flashback monologue that makes you wonder exactly what the Butterfield character is even trying to tell us in terms of what this whole experience meant to him. It's all too nebulous and meaningless for anyone over 17 to care about.
The soundtrack is decent, other than that it's an absolute misfire.