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The Devil All the Time


Such a strange thing, that predominantly Brit actors play out this movie based a much lauded American novel. The rest of the ensemble is dotted with Europeans and Aussies.

If you were to go by the reviews, that the critics have bestowed upon this movie, you will probably never watch this one. But trust me, it is a must watch and you will spend a good evening, if you line this up today. 

It is story of a father and son and how they struggle with their lot and have only one mission that is to protect the lives of their lives ones.

It is liberally peppered with doses of spirituality, but it is not the kind of spirituality which is in your face or overwhelms you. Instead it is each character's own interpretation of his/her relationship with God that kind of, makes you understand why the character is doing - whatever it is they are doing.

In fact the only person having no direct line to his Maker is the creepy Preacher, very strikingly played out by Robert Pattinson. He is so creepy that he made me want to immediately go and take a shower to wash away the filth his character brings. Pattison is that good an a tor, and he has actually shed his vampire character far, far behind.

Tom Holland is the person whose progress we chart through the movie and whose progress we follow. He is very convincing with both his acting and accent. All the transplanted actors actually were.

Things happen for no apparent reason and then there are pertinent links for the events.

I quite enjoyed the non-linear  narrative.

Further, the movie is shot on film giving it a grainy old time texture which permeates in to the characters.

Try this one for sure.

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