Review: Galveston
Hitman with a terminal cancer diagnosis Ben Foster is
sent on a job by boss Beau Bridges. Job goes to pot (he was clearly set up to
fail), and somehow Foster ends up with a new driving companion, 19 year-old
hooker Elle Fanning (and her 3 year-old sister), as he plots his next move.
Robert Aramayo plays a young crim who tries to get Foster to come on board with
him. The exchange doesn’t go well for the former. At all.
Perhaps star Ben Foster really wanted to work with French
actress Melanie Laurent, no matter what the project was. What possessed the
latter to choose this adaptation of a Nic Pizzolatto (creator of the “True
Detective” TV series, writer of the flat remake of “The Magnificent Seven”)
novel to be her English-language directorial debut is puzzling to me. Scripted
by the author himself, it’s a disappointingly clichéd road movie with noir
touches that goes nowhere new, and does so slowly. It’s pretty sluggish and
boring to be honest. Foster and Elle Fanning are much, much better than the
material, whilst Beau Bridges’ considerable (and underrated) presence goes
entirely wasted in a too-tiny part. It’s the kind of film where even if you
haven’t seen it before, it feels like you have a million times over. The film’s
final stages admittedly do take a turn (in tone) I wasn’t entirely
expecting, but it’s not a turn I was terribly receptive to. In fact, it’s
pretty grim and pointless and definitely depressing. It completely falls apart
with a time jump that just doesn’t seem to belong here at all, at least not as
written. After spending 95% of the time as a small character piece road movie,
it suddenly wants to be “Magnolia”? Yeah, that’s a hard pass from me
thank you.
I guess some might be interested that Foster’s
character remains fairly unlikeable throughout, but that’s hardly enough to put
this one over the line for me. Despite helping out Fanning, and despite his
terminal illness, he’s still not a nice guy at all and is frequently
pissed off in fact. He’s the type of guy who chain-smokes despite his lung
cancer diagnosis, and is pretty much in denial about the latter. Aggressively
in denial, in fact. A well-cast Foster sells it well, it’s just not especially
interesting to watch him do it. Elle Fanning is stuck with the stock ‘trashy
hooker with a heart of gold’ role, though she’s actually even more impressive
than Foster perhaps because she’s got even less to work with. I keep waiting
for her to have a truly breakout role, but this ain’t it. Nice small
performance by Robert Aramayo as a crim with ambition, loose lips and total shit
for brains.
A very minor film with a couple of moderate-to-majorly
impressive lead performances playing stock characters, it lacks both
originality and urgency. This one’s no “Hell or High Water”, folks. Dreadful
final act, as well.
Rating: C
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