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2007, USA

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Genres:

Action | Drama | Thriller

Actors:

Kevin Bacon		Nick Hume
Garrett Hedlund		Billy Darley
Kelly Preston		Helen Hume
Jordan Garrett		Lucas Hume
Stuart Lafferty		Brendan Hume
Aisha Tyler		Detective Wallis
John Goodman		Bones Darley
Matt O'Leary		Joe Darley
Edi Gathegi		Bodie
Hector Atreyu Ruiz		Heco
Kanin J. Howell		Baggy
Dennis Keiffer		Jamie
Freddy Bouciegues		Tommy
Leigh Whannell		Spink
Casey Pieretti		Dog

Directors:

James Wan |

Certification:

Ireland:18 | Netherlands:16 | Taiwan:R-18 | Hong Kong:IIB | South Korea:18 ... show all

IMDB Rating:

7.10 out of 10 (3518 votes)

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Taglines:	1: Protect What's Yours
Plot Summary:	When a family falls victim to a vicious attack perpetrated as a gang initiation ritual, the vengeful father vows to track down each person involved in the crime in Saw director James Wan and screenwriter Ian Jeffers feature adaptation of author Brian Garfield's original novel. Aisha Tyler co-stars as the sympathetic homicide detective who questions her pledge to assist Bacon's character after suspecting that he may have turned to murder as a means of exacting his revenge.
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Death Sentence review

posted on 16 April 2008

After “Saw” and last spring’s disastrous “Dead Silence,” I’m convinced the world would be a much better place if James Wan never directed again. However, nothing in his two previous films could properly prepare for the diseased offering of “Death Sentence,” a wholly unpleasant, buffoonish take on vigilante justice that should be rightfully labeled cruel and unusual punishment.

Nick Hume (Kevin Bacon, doing a poor Kevin Bacon impression) is a loving, supportive father of two boys, possessing every suburban accoutrement he could desire. When a group of vicious punks murder his eldest during an initiation ritual, Nick’s world is shattered. Finding the law incompetent, Nick decides to murder his son’s killer, leaving him open to a forceful retaliation that he’s not prepared for. As the stakes are raised by the gang, Nick finds himself overcome with fury, forced to make a choice between his family and feeding the depth of his pain.

It’s nearly impossible to figure out just what goes through Wan’s mind when he assembles his movies. Could these films be purposely tasteless and tacky, or is it a pure strain of incompetence? Before, it was kind of cute the way Wan would destroy his dramatic momentum with amateur-hour camera tricks or pull now legendary bad performances out of his actors. Sadly, “Sentence” reveals this was no joke. It turns out Wan is a legitimately atrocious filmmaker, and “Sentence” is his “Exile on Main St.” of awful.

Though it claims to be adapted from Brian Garfield’s 1975 sequel novel to “Death Wish,” “Sentence” plainly exists in its own sleazy world. It’s much more of a grindhouse creation, digging into lethal levels of violence and melodrama that will surely earn it permanent rotation on the midnight movie circuit, or immortalize it as a beloved camp icon of cinema-flavored drag shows. Either way, it’s not a film to be taken seriously, but I fear someone forgot to mention that to Wan.

Approaching the material as though it was some type of cultural holy water, Wan presents the odyssey of Nick Hume from family puss to Bickle-like nightmare with heavy religious and dramatic overtones, yet the movie is a decidedly R-rated action brawl, with slashed throats and severed limbs everywhere. It’s bizarre to watch the film pole vault between a sensitive tale of grief (complete with a Sarah McLachlan song!) to something you might find on the abysmal “Masters of Horror” cable series, with Wan unable to make up his mind what he wants his audience to feel.

Personally, I felt embarrassed watching such an astonishing collection of ineptitude grace the screen; one almost needs to see “Sentence” to fully appreciate how bonkers the picture gets. The trouble starts with the one-dimensional screenplay that tries to contrast the “Bestest Dad Ever!” world with the seedy underbelly of crime. To achieve this, Wan costumes Nick in his bland business attire while the thugs of the film are shaved-head goons with neck tattoos who salivate at the prospect of bystander bodily damage. Subtle, huh?

In the final act, “Sentence” really loses its mind and stoops to amazing levels of pandering I never thought possible before. Yet, to fully explain how astronomically stupid the events in the film get, I would have to lay down a heavy load of spoilers. I won’t go that far, but I will mention that Wan kills off a major character that hilariously receives no mention after the fact, turns the final 15 minutes into a tone poem of bad directorial choices, and tries to soften the deplorable hardcore violence that engulfs the picture with a last-minutes oily grab at irony. By this point, Uwe Boll’s worst would feel like a tropical vacation compared to this mountainous pile of rubbish.