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I’m surprised
Ginnifer Goodwin has never voiced her anger about being downplayed as a
frumpy rotund girl early in her career. With films like “Win a Date with
Tad Hamilton” and “Mona Lisa Smile,” Goodwin was portrayed as a pretty
homely somewhat gawkish girl you’d never give a second glance at. And
then you watch her in shows like “Big Love” showing off her utterly
gorgeous assets, and you can tend to be surprised at her earlier roles.
And then you see her in “Love Comes
to the Executioner” and you realize that in actuality she’s very good
looking and presents an enormous amount of sex appeal that filmmakers
never took advantage of.
It’s a bitch growing up in a family where your father and brother are
psychotic serial killers who murder without conscience, isn’t it? Heck
just returned home and now has to deal with the preceding reputation for
being in a family of serial killers. Just like real life, eh? And what’s
worse is having to sit through “Love Comes to the Executioner,” a film
that reminds us what utter use the fast forward button serves. I really
hated this movie, and I’m not ashamed to admit that in a blunt fashion.
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“Love Comes…” is a movie clinging for life and value from
the start, and I couldn’t understand why it wanted to
torture me. Bergerson’s film has originality but that means
squat in a film that has no idea what it’s trying to
accomplish. It fails at spoofing capital punishment, it
fails to create a twisted look at romance, and it fails
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Jonathan Tucker explores my theory that the only thing he’s good for
are supporting roles, hamming it up yet again as the put upon Heck
in a family of nut jobs and delinquents, and has to go back into the
prison where his brother is to teach prisoners on death row. “Love
Comes…” is an awfully ridiculous “comedy” that anxiously reaches for
comedy, especially when Tucker chews the scenery alongside co-stars
Jeremy Renner, and Christine Ebersole.
“Love Comes…” is reliant on clichés and stereotypes, and when those
don’t work, Bergensen becomes desperate and tries for the vulgarity
that fails in every way possible. “Love Comes…” is never as dark as
it wants to be and ends up forced as it tries to be a commentary on
death row, and ends up as just as grotesque display of wasted
talent, and time.
I really hated this movie. I loathed it. In spite of the utterly unique
sex appeal Ms. Goodwin drips from her body, “Love Comes…” is a crude,
irritating, and hateful spectacle, a wannabe dark comedy with a cast of
actors who aren’t talented enough to support the weight of its own
feeble attempts at humor.
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