The title gave me second thoughts about coughing up matinée prices, but I had nothing else planned for the holidays. So I put the poison away, put the gun down, placed the noose back into the garage, turned the car off and went to the movies. The movie starts out slow with character development of George, with his brother the budding chef, and mom(three little pigs or the three bears, you pick). The clan goes to Grandmas house like little red riding hood. There's a big bad wolf and Goldilocks aka Grandma circa 1929. Plenty of inferred gore left me with a big "headache." The woodcutter appears to deliver the final blow, but Hastur gets his way. I think. Sadly, the Big bad Wolf retreats. Dylan McDermott leaves the movie in a Monty Pythonesque way, I chuckled. Wanted to like this movie, but I didn't. I ended up crying, but not into a blank book.
Review of Mercy
