Donnybrook

There are no winners here, only losers.

I couldn't get any of what I just saw out of my head for hours after I had viewed it.

I like my sleaze 100% pure; this movie is covered in Sleaze-Whiz.

Tim Sutton's artfully directed but self-important downer of a movie that's meant to be some sort of Grand Statement about life among dispossessed whites in rural, Midwestern America.

Anchored by a quartet of fierce performances, "Donnybrook" is an intense, visceral tone poem, a rumination on money and drugs and bloodshed as a means of making ends meet in the heartland of modern America.

"Donnybrook" is a movie about, among other things, bare-knuckle fighting, but it's the viewers who will feel beaten down.

Holy hell, "Donnybrook" is bleak. A movie about a down-on-his-luck former soldier and a vicious drug dealer competing for $100,000 in an underground bare-knuckle melee already sounds grim, but damn.

The gritty film is a no-holds-barred bare-knuckle battle royal through the most impoverished corner of contemporary America. It is not for the faint of heart.

A repulsive story of drugs and street-fighting that wallows in violence more than suspense.

Donnybrook has trouble finding its footing, coming off as derivative of superior films.