I’ve been trying to make at least a modicum of effort to avoid actively handing over my money to individuals whose continued presence in the industry is problematic. Mel Gibson starred in three movies that made it to cinemas this year, and I only saw one of them because I was sent out on official detail for FilmInk. I avoided the other two because, even though I’ve been receptive in the past… I just don’t want to see my dosh used to fund whatever stupid shit he’s got lined up next. And under those circumstances, I shouldn’t even admit to having seen this feature, given its writing accredited to one Matthew Newton, a disgraced member of TV royalty over here with a history of domestic violence. And if he was attached to this in any other respect, like as an on-set producer or as director (which he was originally, but Tate Taylor was brought in to replace him early on) or any other position that would’ve put the women on-set in the firing line, I likely wouldn’t have bothered.
But I don’t see enough reason to disregard the hard work everyone else put into this off the back of his shitty history. Far as I know (and more than ever, I welcome being wrong about this), he won’t see as much return on this as he would otherwise, and considering it recently made its way to Ava, the filmmakers are likely trying to recoup their losses as best they can in light of what are likely justified boycotts based on Newton’s involvement. I’m bringing all this up now because it seems impossible to get into this without addressing the controversy in some fashion. But also to highlight how Newton’s contribution to this production (the script), in spite of how much he dominates the conversation around it, is easily the least interesting part of said production. And it’s not as if this film is particularly captivating to begin with.






