Sometimes you’ve got to wonder if they show critics the same movies that run in theaters. Go see The Forgiven and then scroll through the reviews. The film is about as close to its critical coverage as Joseph Goebbels would have gotten reviewing Der Fuerher’s Face.
The story concerns a wealthy couple headed deep into the Moroccan Desert for an exotic party at a remote villa. The event turns out to be a competition between vapid boors striving not to look strident as they try to be witty. Jessica Chastain and Ralph Fiennes play Jo and David Henninger who are running late to the festivities. David is an alky driving loaded in the middle of nowhere. While bickering with his wife he hits Driss, a young Berber boy who deliberately stepped in front of the speeding vehicle.
This event is supposed to etch the depth of Western depravity into our guilty brains. Every single one of the twenty some reviews I read is a screeching tirade about white privilege, cultural ignorance and the unconscionable oppression of spreading your riches in a desolate place with a population density of less than one person per square mile. None of them mentioned the fact that the teenager was in the roadway attempting a carjacking. His friend was hiding behind a boulder with a gun Driss had stolen from his father.
The Henningers’ initial reaction is irresponsible, cavalier and shame worthy. But they do contact the authorities and bring the body along that otherwise would ha
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