6. Child of God
No, this is not another Christian movie, but it’s equally as unholy. Continuing to steer into writer/actor/director James Franco’s warped perception of grandeur, Child of God is the most pretentious and tedious art-house film I’ve seen in years. It’s the kind of movie where you see a man literally taking a crap in the woods, and a subplot with him participating in necrophilia later on because, hey, it’s art! Right?!
Listen Franco, just because you can adapt Cormac McCarthy doesn’t mean you should. His work lends itself to the artistry of the page so beautifully for a reason, and to remove that with your lens is to lose both its point and any meaning. Without his lyrical elegance, all you got is a movie about a mentally ill man in the woods with fake teeth and no motivation, and that’s not a movie.
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