The life of Manglehorn, a kind old man, who suffers from heartbroken after being left by the only woman he loves years ago, has been changed completely, when he befriends an ambitious kind bank teller, whom helps him to find inspiration in life.
If Manglehorn is to be remembered at all, it shall be for the excruciating first date that its title character goes on with a chirpy bank clerk he has long been chatting up.
Manglehorn is an intriguing film, or at least it should have been. David Gordon Green's latest is unfortunatel y passive, there might be depths to explore on a second or third watch, but I struggled to make it through the first.
Sure, there's an undeniable pleasure from watching Pacino and Hunter work the screen, but the syrupy, symbol-heavy script by first-time feature writer Paul Logan is weighed down further by cliches and false notes.
Mostly, Pacino just mumbles drunkenly as Green's camera drifts woozily in and out of focus and post-rockers Explosions in the Sky tinkle on the soundtrack.
At least we get Pacino and Hunter. We may not understand why this story appealed to them, except for the fact that it gave them a chance to work together.
