![]() ![]() Possibly waiting a tad too long given how the film’s back nine overshadows what precedes, but this elongated build may also be what sells a false narrative, or even better, allows Timpson’s twistedness always to promote a question of what’s to come.īrutality spikes as soon as Norval’s forced into becoming a bodyguard of sorts, foreshadowed by stories of exposed brain squishiness and enacted swiftly like a guillotine drop. ![]() ![]() What starts as a dysfunctional homecoming turns into a full-on breakout escape, but Harvard’s script doesn’t jump into cat-and-mouse thrills until Come To Daddy’s midway point. Martin Donovan appears during, well, he’s a reluctant addition to the cast. Michael Smiley plays Jethro, the hippie-haired ringleader who’s into strangulation and pronounces “excrement” as “exctrement.” Simon Chin as the aforementioned Dandy, whose potty time is cut short by Norval’s happenstance urination needs. Thailand kidnapping accomplices who demand what they’re owed. ![]() Norval’s trouble begins when he must protect pops from crooked demons of past mistakes. You strap in, hold tight, and let Norval take the wheel. None of this should sound like it makes sense, which is what defines Come To Daddy. Timpson takes a page from Jim Hosking’s quirk-a-minute style, but thankfully never pushes into The Greasy Strangler overdrive. Motel swingers meet under the guise of geologists, compassionate coroners offer healing words, and cops use the term “Raisin Eyes” or burp on command in hopes of brightening a griever’s day. Circular rooms resemble “UFOs from the 1960s.” Hunchback assassins charge forward with toilet paper stuck between their legs. Norval’s journey is one of name dropping, desperate attempts to elicit daddy-issue closure, and genital brutality. We’re never supposed to believe he can get away with literal murder, and to Wood’s wildly performative credit, we rarely do. Wood accentuates Norval’s hipster holiness in comparison to McHattie’s scruffy seaman, and doubles-down on Norval’s transformation into a reluctant amateur killer. Norval is a meek, nonconfrontational wimp who’s replaced inner emptiness with obscure characterization – until everything goes to utter shit when forced into life-or-death brawls. A self-anointed purveyor of “blazing beats” (er, DJ) who values materialistic status above all else, given his gold-plated, limited edition, Lorde-designed cell phone. Glimpse the faded monk’s haircut, stylish sweats with a droopy crotch hang, thinned, powerless mustache – Norval’s appearance begs for attention. It’s impossible to picture Norval played any anyone other than Elijah Wood. Why has Norval been beckoned back to Port Hope after all these years? Upon finding out, he’ll wish the letter never arrived. They talk, go swimming, share dinner, but Norval begins to grow suspicious by his dad’s devious smirks. Norval knocks on his father’s coastal home front door and is welcomed in by drunk and haggard absentee parent Brian (played by Stephen McHattie). It’s been almost 30 years since Norval’s papa abandoned caretaker duties, but the newly sober son accepts what appears to be an olive branch. Elijah Wood stars as dubstep-fashion-chic Norval, who returns to Port Hope after his father sends a letter begging for his presence. ![]()
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