A rough, deeply personal epic spanning two generations that veers dangerously close to arch preachinesses but earns its runtime and speechifying thanks to believable performances and sure-handed direction. The film’s main fault lies in it’s use of music, which is heavy-handed to say the least. It’s very much used as a tool of manipulation, and while countless other films have also employed this tactic, here it lacks subtlety. At the screening I attended, I literally thought I was hearing music from the adjoining theater’s sound system.
The ending is brutal, with a table saw death that Joe D’Amato would be proud of, but an execution line is undone by lackluster extras and blatantly digital bullet wound effects.
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