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Prisoner's Daughter movie review


Prisoner’s Daughter is a Mind-Numbingly Dumb Family Drama

A family drama that lacks a fundamental understanding of drama.

TIFF: Prisoner’s Daughter Review

To expect a cinematic comeback from Catherine Hardwicke would be as futile as trying to stop a plane that has already left the ground. Prisoner’s Daughter is the equivalent of such a plane, but it’s one that will strap you in for a mind-numbingly boring and dumb journey that leaves you questioning why you decided to plot a trip to an excruciatingly dull destination in the first place.

It’s a bland, cloying, and passionless family drama that runs the gambit of tired “flawed family” tropes that would’ve been cliched far before the turn of the century. The performances here are its only redeeming feature, but on the whole, do little to save a lifeless exploration of a troubled father-daughter dynamic— which leaves you wondering why movies like this are still being made.

Brian Cox stars as Max, a former boxer, and a dying convict diagnosed with pancreatic cancer who is given a compassionate release. He sees this as one last chance to redeem himself in the eyes of his estranged family. The conditions of max’s release require him to live (in house arrest) with his daughter, Maxine (Kate Beckinsale) who struggles to cover her Las Vegas home’s mortgage and her son’s epilepsy medication. Her ex-husband, Tyler (Tyson Ritter), an unemployed musician and violent addict refuses to help her.

Once Max arrives, he calls on old friends to fix up the place, secure money, and teach his grandson, Ezra (Christopher Convery), how to defend himself against bullies. Yet, the central question is whether Max can make amends for his decades-long neglect with his presence now.

What could have been a cathartic and poignant portrait of broken pasts and reconciliation is made into a derivative drama that is far too predictable, obvious, and snore-inducing. It’s teeming with generic conflicts, cliched “bad guys”, and rote montages that glibly navigate these relatable familial issues, failing to even offer a surface-level satisfaction in its take on them.

The law of Chekhov’s Gun is in full swing here—just not in any way that is arresting. Hardwicke and screenwriter, Mark Bacci, spend a majority of the runtime setting up the moments and sequences they ultimately fail to make engrossing, or even faintly interesting. With a runtime of just over ninety minutes, it somehow finds a way to lose momentum long before its anti-climatic conclusion, which generates unintentional laughs that, at the very least, stir some emotions, even if they are fleeting.

Moreover, the film’s confrontations (which there are a lot of) distinctly lack weight, nuance, and a provocative edge. The dialogue wildly ranges from authentic and earnest to uncannily awful. The sheer dichotomy between its moment-to-moment sequences raises more eyebrows than they do any sentiments. That is, perhaps, the film’s greatest crime. It fails to induce any form of sensation from its viewers whatsoever. Its dull story is repeatedly emboldened by its dismal understanding of dramatic tension.

While Cox is wonderful as ever, tapping into the melancholy and stoicism of a grizzled man accepting his doom with tact, the performances here varyingly range. Beckinsale is serviceable as a single mom struggling to save her son from the vestiges of her own broken childhood, while Convery’s turn as Ezra sticks out like a sore thumb. It’s clearly a result of inexperience conflicting with skill, and it makes for a stilted, jarring endeavour.

Ernie Hudson, As Max’s best friend, is a delight to behold but the same can’t be said for Ritter’s tropey and laughably bad turn as every absent father ever. His presence actively degrades the climax of the film and takes away from the plaintive tinge it attempts to cement.

The Prisoner’s Daughter is a film that goes everywhere but up, with almost every creative decision undermining the competence that preceded it. Add in musical choices that evoke the worst of the MTV generation, and you get an experience that tells you what to feel rather than making you truly feel it.  Its ambition for catharsis remains just that — an ambition.

  • Prabhjot Bains

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Prabhjot Bains is a Toronto-based film writer and critic who has structured his love of the medium around three indisputable truths- the 1970s were the best decade for American cinema, Tom Cruise is the greatest sprinter of all time, and you better not talk about fight club. His first and only love is cinema and he will jump at the chance to argue why his movie opinion is much better than yours. His film interests are diverse, as his love of Hollywood is only matched by his affinity for international cinema. You can reach Prabhjot on Instagram and Twitter @prabhjotbains96

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  1. Nit

    September 15, 2022 at 8:21 am

    Thank you for finally telling the truth about this movie. All the other critics are afraid to say what really happened last night at the Roy Thompson Hall.

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