Joe (Michael Markiewicz) a home town hockey star comes home from the war and has trouble adjusting. He can't open up and drinks his life away. Eventually he sees a doctor.
PTSD is a sad thing. What is even sadder is when Hollywood can't respect those who serve with a decent film about it. Where did Joe serve? In the first half of the film it was Iraq, the second half Afghanistan. I guess it was all the same to Phil Falcone. The flashback scenes were not coherent. One time his buddies are being killed in a home to home search, in another scene they are killed by some Iraqistanis in blue jeans and sneakers. Armand Assante was a joke as a doctor, with his Mohawk comb over. In order to make the film seem like it had worth they kept playing the same sad piano riff over and over again. Couldn't afford a decent sound track after the Edward Asner/Tom Sizemore cameos.
This is part of a genre I call "PTSD exploitation films." You take a hot and sensitive topic and you make a quick and dirty film about it, hoping to cash in. The acting wasn't good. The flash backs lacked a coherent story. Joe hears and sees a helicopter at the airport and has a flashback...to what a helicopter? Nope. Playing poker. In fact you never see a helicopter in any flashback. So why did a helicopter trigger a poker game? Almost Ed Wood bad.
The film has some PTSD stats at the end to make you think you watched something meaningful.
Guide: F-word. Near sex. No nudity.
PTSD is a sad thing. What is even sadder is when Hollywood can't respect those who serve with a decent film about it. Where did Joe serve? In the first half of the film it was Iraq, the second half Afghanistan. I guess it was all the same to Phil Falcone. The flashback scenes were not coherent. One time his buddies are being killed in a home to home search, in another scene they are killed by some Iraqistanis in blue jeans and sneakers. Armand Assante was a joke as a doctor, with his Mohawk comb over. In order to make the film seem like it had worth they kept playing the same sad piano riff over and over again. Couldn't afford a decent sound track after the Edward Asner/Tom Sizemore cameos.
This is part of a genre I call "PTSD exploitation films." You take a hot and sensitive topic and you make a quick and dirty film about it, hoping to cash in. The acting wasn't good. The flash backs lacked a coherent story. Joe hears and sees a helicopter at the airport and has a flashback...to what a helicopter? Nope. Playing poker. In fact you never see a helicopter in any flashback. So why did a helicopter trigger a poker game? Almost Ed Wood bad.
The film has some PTSD stats at the end to make you think you watched something meaningful.
Guide: F-word. Near sex. No nudity.