
As an environmental catastrophe threatens the world; Phillip Katz (JOE CROSS, Milk), a stressed-out, lowly copywriter, experiences an episode of stigmata in church and is positioned as the next MESSIAH by an ambitious reporter, Josephine Tuttle (HEATHER GRAHAM). Phillip is whisked away to a lavish hotel suite as politicians, reporters, and devout fans descend upon him, each hoping to exploit Phillip for their own purposes. After becoming the most famous man on the planet in l... (Full plot summary below)
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As an environmental catastrophe threatens the world; Phillip Katz (JOE CROSS, Milk), a stressed-out, lowly copywriter, experiences an episode of stigmata in church and is positioned as the next MESSIAH by an ambitious reporter, Josephine Tuttle (HEATHER GRAHAM). Phillip is whisked away to a lavish hotel suite as politicians, reporters, and devout fans descend upon him, each hoping to exploit Phillip for their own purposes. After becoming the most famous man on the planet in less than a day, Phillip must decide how to use his newfound celebrity...
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| User ReviewErwin MA comedy based on how the media exaggerates ridiculous news and how people seek distractions from the problems they face. Although they main idea is interesting, the movie feels weak and develops in a not-so-engaging manner. |
| User ReviewAndrei DNeeds more gerbil!... altfel foarte ciudat dar cu un mesaj interesant chiar daca sufera ca tehnica |
| User ReviewCarl Ca mess of a film. i like heather graham. her presence made me want to sit through it. at the beginning i was expecting a "being there"-like movie. but it never materializes and nothing of any substance happens. the message (whatever it was/if any) doesn't come across, or was just too obvious. missed opportunities. |
| User ReviewWilliam MNobody sets out to make a bad movie. That said, somebody should have performed an intervention at some point to tell the director that nothing was working and he needed help. Early on I had the feeling that the film was being helmed by someone who really enjoyed saying, "I'm a director," but didn't consider directing as something that should take a lot of thought or work. And then there was the writing which also let me know pretty early that there probably wouldn't be much payoff for my time and attention. **SPOILER** The Sun is going out because it's running out of Hydrogen...because that's what it's made of and if it doesn't have that then it doesn't, like, work right anymore. And that's all you need to know about that. So, now you have a director who doesn't seem to be trying to communicate anything visually, a writer who thinks making sense isn't all that important and guess what, it's the same guy. Later I looked the guy up and discovered that it's his first feature. Which is fine, but why wasn't somebody checking up on him? They used expensive film, had multiple locations and a lot of big name cameos. Why would they sit back and let him pretend like he knew what he was doing? What's that you say? He's Heather Grahams long time, good looking boyfriend? Ohhhhh. Gotcha. I guess that's enough for automatic carte blanche, but they really didn't do the guy any favors. In fact they probably owe him and his career an apology. A seasoned writer to bounce the script off, and a veteran cinematographer to marry the shot to the message and this film might have been salvaged. Not good, but marketable. All of the performances are wasted due to lack of control and or vision, the soundtrack is so unimportant to the story or scene that it's actually an unwelcome distraction; "Why are we playing that music at this point in the scene?" "I don't know, cause it was too quiet?" "Hm, okey dokey" The whole exercise reminds me of some people I went to art school with. They know what they like, but they haven't the slightest clue how to get there. And will quickly tell you you're not smart enough to understand what they're saying (Quick tip: Only a stupid person or a con man would ever say something like that). Son of Morning wants to say something important, but important words don't come easy to privileged people. So basically it ends with a string of useless clichà (C)s as the protagonist's final speech before a great big giant flaming clichà (C) as his last act. And not one single second of any of it ever mattered. |