Well, it was a bit disappointing really. I suppose you have to give them credit for trying to look at race and identity in what might otherwise have been a Dirty Harry Draws His Old Age Pension movie. The problem is, however, it's almost impossible to suspend disbelief.I know it's a fable of sorts; it's not a documentary but there are huge credibility gaps. The set-up of his racism, emerging out of an ageing white America paradigm, isn't convincing. The stereotyping banter between Micks and Polacks and Wops seems forced to the point of breaking. Walt's transformation when his experience clashes with his prejudice and, because he's not a stupid ma.n experience teaches him the lessons he needs to learn is predictable and cliched.
It feels like a stage play at times. Funnily enough, however, the final five minutes of this too earnest melodrama are quite affecting. And the song that plays as the credits roll is truly lovely.
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