In a word: Awful. This movie was just two hours I'll never get back. Because I think all four of the main actors are highly talented, I'm left but to blame the director for this film, which seemed to be two hours of used toilet paper. It was weird that nobody had names, NOBODY. I figured, well, okay, but that sure makes it hard to grow an attachment to anyone in it. It was just weird crap of Jennifer Lawrence having weird visions or premonitions. Suddenly, Ed Harris shows up behaving more or less like a lout, although Javier Bardem warmly welcomes him. Even though there's zero cellular reception, Michelle Pfeiffer (Ed Harris' wife) shows up the next day and walks right in like she owns the place. Soon after, Harris and Pfeiffer's sons come barging in and get into a violent fight in which one is beaten to death while the other flees. Bardem traipses out, leaving Lawrence in the house all alone with a murderer in the wind, and that night the house is invaded with a dozen more people, arriving out of nowhere to share in the grief of Harris and Pfeiffer over the Cain-and-Abel moment of one son killing the other. I guess I shouldn't give much more away here. Suffice it to say this movie utterly sucks. Keep your money in your pocket.
