The filmmakers that gave you the mildly entertaining What The Bleep Do We Know!?, have made this horribly uninteresting and corny psychological film that gets a few big thinkers in the fields of neuroscience, quantum physics, psychology, sociology, and a few other ology’s. The drama portion is filmed in the New Mexico State Penitentiary, telling the story of Aaron Roberts (he’s not a quarterback either). Roberts was on a date, drinking wine, and running late to his daughters play. He got into a drunk driving accident that leaves a person dead.
And why did all this happen? No, don’t blame it on the al, al, al, alcohol…but stress caused by our environment and culture.
Now, that doesn’t mean there aren’t a few interesting stats thrown our way on occasion. Vickers tells us more people commit suicide in the world than die in armed conflicts; and with San Diego still grieving the loss of Junior Seau, that’s a stat that packs a punch.
The segments in the jail are painful to watch. Not because of the plight this guy goes through behind bars…and with the cliché character mean prison guard…but how badly they are done. And they take away from what might have been interesting discussions by the various folks discussing these topics.
I’m not sure this message is really worth a film. I love a good documentary, so perhaps if it had been done better, I might have been on board.
If I were talking to Vickers at a party, I would probably excuse myself to find somebody not quite as dull.
This movie gets ½ star out of 5.