#Serenity 2019 movie#

#Serenity 2019 movie#

The point where the movie starts to seriously fall apart is the intrusion of another weirdo who interrupts what weakly passes for a plot by pretending to sell Baker a magical “fish finder” that can help him locate the giant tuna he sacrifices everything to catch. Well, what else are you going to do in Florida? Baker wants no part of the scheme, but murder pays better than tuna fishing, and he’s worried about the future of his traumatized son, who spends all of his time in a dark room in Miami dreaming up digital video games to escape reality. Hissing, snarling viciously and punching Karen to a pulp while she calls him Daddy, Jason Clarke plays Frank like an overboiled skit from Saturday Night Live. The skillful Clarke’s descent from a decent Ted Kennedy in Chappaquiddick to a slobbering maniac is a thunderous downfall. Frank, the sadistic, alcoholic brute she married, beats her up regularly, and now she wants freedom for herself and Baker’s 13-year-old son Patrick, whom he has never seen. Years ago, Karen dumped Baker, who she calls “John,” and traded him for money.

Just when you think you can’t bear another minute of monotony, Baker’s ex-wife Karen (an abysmal Anne Hathaway) shows up out of the blue and offers him $10 million if he’ll take her abusive, one-armed billionaire husband Frank out into the middle of the ocean on the Serenity and feed him to the sharks. Unfortunately, it doesn’t match his ravaged face. He also has no plumbing, so to take a bath he sometimes goes full monty and jumps off the top of a cliff into the sea to show even more of his gym-pumped torso. There isn’t a shred of passion between them.

Miraculously, he also has a girlfriend, played by a terminally wasted Diane Lane, who serves no purpose except to provide him with repeated opportunities to show off his rear end in the nude.