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Too far.
In modern America, an idyllic Thanksgiving dinner party shatters when two young daughters go missing. Then it becomes Taken with kindergartners. If Liam Neeson were a blue-collar dude from suburban Pennsylvania with no special training, no killing experience, and no qualms.
An unrecognizable Hugh Jackman stars as the mad dad. Not-Wolverine goes far to rescue the girls, from combing the woods, to talking to police, to abducting and torturing his prime suspect.
Yes, torture. Beating, scalding, isolation, sensory deprivation, presumably starvation. Even when evidence veers other directions, mad bad dad keeps at it.
The real hero? Detective Loki, whose badass name punctures the brutal realism. His is a textbook case of how police work sucks. Along with hard hours, fruitless searching, no leads, false leads, constricting protocol, and ungrateful victims, there’s the threat of getting shot in the face. And an asshole boss who looks like Alfred Hitchcock and spouts shit like, “We can’t always save the day. We’re just cops. Janitors.”
I wouldn’t classify Prisoners as entertainment. Art, sure. Endurance test, definitely. A slow burn, like the underground coal fires in Centralia. When the ground falls through, you're burning too.
Who are the prisoners? The kids, the kidnappers, the cops, the dads? The viewers?
Sorry for the lack of lightheartedness. This film saps joy, like Wal-Mart missing person posters dating back to the 80s.
Recommended for wannabe detectives, doomsday preppers, and NOT for overprotective parents of young children.
153 minutes.
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