Life is a struggle, the new film "The Son of No One" makes that explicitly clear. But so is moviemaking, and unfortunately the toil is all too evident in writer-director Dito Montiel's messy, logic-strained third feature.
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"The Son of No One" self-destructs in a ludicrous, ineptly directed anticlimactic rooftop showdown in which bodies pile up, and nothing makes a shred of sense.
"The Son of No One" is terrible, which is really a shame, because it's clearly so heartfelt and sincere.