Son of Morning (2011)A young copywriter becomes the most famous man on the planet, overnight, when he is mistaken as the next messiah. Director:Yaniv RazWriter:Yaniv Raz |
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Son of Morning (2011)A young copywriter becomes the most famous man on the planet, overnight, when he is mistaken as the next messiah. Director:Yaniv RazWriter:Yaniv Raz |
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| Jamie-Lynn Sigler | ... | ||
| Heather Graham | ... | ||
| Danny Glover | ... | ||
| Bob Odenkirk | ... | ||
| Lorraine Bracco | ... | ||
| Stephen Root | ... | ||
| Jesse Bradford | ... | ||
| Edward Herrmann | ... | ||
| Joseph Cross | ... | ||
| Paul Telfer | ... | ||
| Steven Weber | ... | ||
| Jacqueline King | ... |
Natalie
(as Jacquelynn King)
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| Blake Clark | ... | ||
| Jon Polito | ... | ||
| Derek Phillips | ... | ||
As an environmental catastrophe threatens the world; Phillip Katz (JOE CROSS, Milk), a stressed-out, lowly copywriter, experiences an episode of stigmata in church and is positioned as the next MESSIAH by an ambitious reporter, Josephine Tuttle (HEATHER GRAHAM). Phillip is whisked away to a lavish hotel suite as politicians, reporters, and devout fans descend upon him, each hoping to exploit Phillip for their own purposes. After becoming the most famous man on the planet in less than a day, Phillip must decide how to use his newfound celebrity... Written by Anonymous
It's about a troubled kid who bleeds from his eye in church one day and is immediately snatched up by the media and presented to the world as the Messiah.
The director seems to take his cues from Zach Braff (Garden State), with the Scrubs-like frame skips and indie-emo tracks; though he lacks the sense of artful timing to pull this off effectively as a tool to convey any sort of depth beyond merely getting characters from one scene to the next.
Son of Morning seems to be more of an experiment in the use of frenzied background music to convey the emotions normally exuded in film through writing and performances. It overshadows nearly every potentially-interesting scene with a hasty mix of tracks and sound effects layered on top of one another. It (probably) wants to convey the confusion and/or hysteria of an ordinary kid suddenly being catapulted on a wild ride through pain/tragedy/stardom, just in case the audience doesn't get the point via the pedestrian performances.
If indeed an experiment, it's a failed one, as the music is purely a distraction. A big distraction that is the final nail in a coffin already firmly glued shut.
More mess is amply provided by the parade of uninteresting performances (aside from Danny Glover, the only person worth watching in this cluster-bleep), missed opportunities, awkward pauses, and other missteps. It's a rambling collage with little idea of what it wants to be, and feels long despite being a relatively short film. It eventually attempts to spell out some message that doesn't seem terribly relevant to the brunt of what came before. Overall I found this to be a rather annoying movie.