Story of a cop who did not meet his family long time ago. But the conditions put him in front of them when he is tasked to move from Philadelphia to Atlantic City. On an unexpected, he finds his daughter welcomes him and trying to help him for a new work.
Apparently moviemaking keeps getting easier while writing keeps getting harder - "Wetlands" being yet another example of a film whose surface technical polish can only do so much to gloss over the coarse, clumsy screenplay that flummoxes its cast.
"Wetlands" attempts to turn Atlantic City in December into a noir nexus of drug-dealing surfers, struggling moms and broken cops, but instead merely claims a handful of good actors as unfortunate victims.
As the haunted Babs, Mr. Akinnuoye-Agbaje has an imposing physicality and understated nobility, while Ms. Graham fleshes out the resolute if underwritten Savannah.
As much as negativity is the fuel for the status of these people being stuck in their misery, Babs represents a hope and change, a light at the end of this dark tunnel.
Other than the novelty of being the only example of a gritty crime drama featuring a key male character named Babs, there is absolutely nothing interesting or memorable to be found in Wetlands.
