While I am not a fan of Richard Gere I liked most of the few movies I saw with him and I think that at times he can do different from his usual dashing screen persona, and well. Unfortunately, this was not the case.
It begins with George (Gere) that is seen kicked out of his apartment by Art Jackson (Steve Buscemi) and we soon find out that the apartment wasn't his but it was rented to an evicted acquaintance. After George is out on the road he shows all kind of unease: he claims that someone stole his wallet, various phone calls for help aren't answered and we viewers can only assume that he lived this way since a while, and he is forced to sleep on the streets. After a while he goes in a hospital emergency room and a nurse treats him with compassion while denying that he is homeless, pawning his very few things for buying booze and eventually getting a bed in a homeless center. In all this George is reconciliating with his daughter who works as a bartender but all his attempts are vain, and he gets worse and worse.
To say that TIME OUT OF MIND is dull is certainly an understatement. It took very long to begin and in most moments the pace was snail-paced to the point that I couldn't wait that it was over (a certainly bad sign if you follow my reviews) as soon as possible. And despite it being a social movie about a plague that afflicts also Italians like me, it was tough to watch and depressing as well. Our lead is shown as a idiot who lives in denial of being homeless and that can't even manage to restore his relationship with his daughter... can you relate to such a character? I certainly didn't.
And now we come to the third strike of the movie, or, the straw that broke the camel's back. The ending was one of the most confusing I have seen in a long time. It starts with George that talks to his new black friend (the late Michael K. Williams) about his only moments of pleasure are with six-packs. Then he goes to his usual bar for a beer, and starts talking to his daughter about some tangled things (perhaps someone understood them, but who cares) and there is a misunderstanding. George then slowly flees from the bar and we don't see him anymore, just a long shot of the street and then the end credits appear.
The acting was lazy by everyone except Buscemi (and I think that he appeared for only 10 minutes at the beginning because he knew that the movie would have stank, so it's better to flee), and Gere kinda overacted in some moments halfway. Only the cinematography was good, but considering how the movie is bad, you can't certainly care.
Overall, a very bad social movie thanks probably to a script that should have been re-written all over again and to characters impossible to relate. I wouldn't recommend it to anyone not even for the subject because if you know someone that ended up living on the road, this movie would make you more and more sad.
It begins with George (Gere) that is seen kicked out of his apartment by Art Jackson (Steve Buscemi) and we soon find out that the apartment wasn't his but it was rented to an evicted acquaintance. After George is out on the road he shows all kind of unease: he claims that someone stole his wallet, various phone calls for help aren't answered and we viewers can only assume that he lived this way since a while, and he is forced to sleep on the streets. After a while he goes in a hospital emergency room and a nurse treats him with compassion while denying that he is homeless, pawning his very few things for buying booze and eventually getting a bed in a homeless center. In all this George is reconciliating with his daughter who works as a bartender but all his attempts are vain, and he gets worse and worse.
To say that TIME OUT OF MIND is dull is certainly an understatement. It took very long to begin and in most moments the pace was snail-paced to the point that I couldn't wait that it was over (a certainly bad sign if you follow my reviews) as soon as possible. And despite it being a social movie about a plague that afflicts also Italians like me, it was tough to watch and depressing as well. Our lead is shown as a idiot who lives in denial of being homeless and that can't even manage to restore his relationship with his daughter... can you relate to such a character? I certainly didn't.
And now we come to the third strike of the movie, or, the straw that broke the camel's back. The ending was one of the most confusing I have seen in a long time. It starts with George that talks to his new black friend (the late Michael K. Williams) about his only moments of pleasure are with six-packs. Then he goes to his usual bar for a beer, and starts talking to his daughter about some tangled things (perhaps someone understood them, but who cares) and there is a misunderstanding. George then slowly flees from the bar and we don't see him anymore, just a long shot of the street and then the end credits appear.
The acting was lazy by everyone except Buscemi (and I think that he appeared for only 10 minutes at the beginning because he knew that the movie would have stank, so it's better to flee), and Gere kinda overacted in some moments halfway. Only the cinematography was good, but considering how the movie is bad, you can't certainly care.
Overall, a very bad social movie thanks probably to a script that should have been re-written all over again and to characters impossible to relate. I wouldn't recommend it to anyone not even for the subject because if you know someone that ended up living on the road, this movie would make you more and more sad.