I hated this movie with the white hot passion of a thousand burning suns. The audience I was in laughed at the supposedly serious parts, and it was so badly done that I almost wanted to leave in the middle. The parts that were supposed to be best, Maria Bello, Ed Harris, and William Hurt, were so bad to me.
So maybe I’m not the best person to ask, but the two hours I spent in that movie are hours I’ll never get back. How it got nominated for Best Adapted Screenplay escapes me.
I found the movie really unremakrable except for that they showed a long time married couple actually having a fun sex life. You don’t often see a 69 in a non-porno movie.
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No harm comes to Viggo’s little girl. You’re safe. If I remember correctly, the boy is hit by a stray bullet, but it is not a serious wound.
A History of Violence is one of the best movies of 2005, precisely because it *was * so subtle. There’s a great deal more to this movie than meets the eye.
I hated every minute of it. I went through every scene and thought about the many ways it failed miserably until I decided to put it out of my head forever as a bad nightmare.