Bleeding Love

Decent performances from both McGregors can’t breathe much spirit (alcoholic or otherwise) into the film’s listless and generic screenplay.

There’s no dramatic tension, our protagonists whine a lot and they seem, at best, like two solipsistic twits driving around the desert and moaning about parenting.

We’ve followed this kind of bicker-and-heal therapeutic arc so many times now, the onus falls on all involved to spike it with truth, or at least novelty.

This unbearably cute joint selfie of a movie is gruesomely indulgent and entitled from the first; it allows Ewan McGregor little or no opportunity to show his natural wit and flair and there is oddly no real chemistry between him and his co-star.

It’s a film that’s been thought out but doesn’t reach any new conclusions&#59; that assembles some good elements, but doesn’t really consider how they all fit together.

Ewan McGregor is polished enough to establish a mood of unflagging realism, undaunted by a script that provides almost no opportunity to keep the momentum going.

You can feel the history that exists between this father and daughter pairing through the performances and the seemingly mundane conversations they have, which are evidently tip-toeing around the various elephants in the room.

The decision to take the road more traveled robs the film of the chance to find interesting detours of its own and leaves a lot of territory unexplored, but the chemistry between its charming leads is ultimately enough to keep the engine ticking over



Road movie with stunt casting that gets under its own wheels

The film is by no means offensive or unenjoyable, but one wonders what could have been with more trust in the journey, not the destination.