A movie that’s designed to be mean to Scientology generally starts in my good graces and really has to work to get back out of them. But this one does it. Deep in the throes of Intense Actor Syndrome, Joaquin Phoenix plays a Navy vet afflicted by chronic assholism brought on by either post traumatic stress or his habit of drinking cocktails made with industrial alcohol or paint thinner. Seriously, the guy is so monumentally annoying that it’s easy to wonder if it isn’t for the best when a cult gets its mitts on him. This is one of those movies that everyone involved seemed to be so involved with that nobody was able to step back, look at it objectively and see that it sucked. Wish I’d skipped it
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