Wigolas Cage plays a man called Joe. He has a beard. He was once in jail for accidentally shooting a copperplod in the knee.
"Shot through the knee, and you're to blame. Darling, you give films a bad name."
Anyway, the film's being praised up as a modern masterpiece when all I saw was a pretentious, terribly lit, predictable, badly acted heap o' shite.
The young kid acts well, as does the guy who plays his dad. Gary Poulter, the dad, he had an interesting, difficult life. After making this film he went back to being homeless then died in a puddle. Shame.