Coma inducing borefest about a family man having disaster visions and slowly loosing his mind while his life falls apart. Amazing slow paced that leads up to a 5 second finale that I saw coming, but was actually cool, but then the credits role. Art students would probably find this profound and brilliant.
This movie looks pretty good, I love Michael Shannon as an actor, and it's got nearly 8/10 on IMDb. Netflix recommends it to me based upon The Machinist and My Son, My Son, What Have Ye Done, both films I like. The fact that you don't like it intrigues me more, haha.
I watched all kinds of stuff yesterday.
Pink Flamingos (classic gross-out freak-out fest from the father of bad taste, John Waters. Had never seen it all, and boy was I missing out on some very explicit scenes! There's no way this thing wasn't rated "X")
Loren Cass (barely any dialogue, about the aftermath of the race riots in St. Petersburg, FL; someone described it as "skinhead mumblecore," lol)
Break A Leg (forgettable indie flick about a struggling actor who's finally had enough, and kills other actors that are up for the same role he is, but focuses mostly on his struggling and frustration)
Cowboys & Aliens (brainless genre mash-up romp, pretty fun for a watch, and Sam Rockwell is in it so that's a bonus)