The Son of No One
Disappointing thriller that Al Pacino can't save Discuss this article
Jonathan White (Tatum, who’s put on some Method pudge) is a dour member of New York’s Finest with some not-so-nice secrets. Flashbacks to his tenement-residing childhood reveal a murderous event that still haunts him. It involves a loaded gun, a strung-out drug addict and a sexually abused best bud who grows up into a shell-shocked Tracy Morgan. Now it’s 2002, the city is reeling from 9/11, and White’s past is threatening to catch up with him thanks to some anonymous letters sent to Juliette Binoche’s intrepid Queens reporter. What’s a conflicted copper to do?
Even the presence of heavy hitters such as Al Pacino can’t bolster Dito Montiel’s lurid and bathetic policier. The camera always seems to be in the wrong place, and the editing is frenetic and counterintuitive. By the time The Son of No One reaches its wannabe-tragic finale, you’d like nothing more than to kick this fatherless child to the curb.
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