12-13-2015, 06:02 PM
I’ve been running into a lot of doppelganger movies of late. This is such a specimen.
Sam Trammell stars in a dual role with shades of The Prince and the Pauper. But in this case we’re dealing with a single person who somehow splits into dual lives. In the main one, he’s the son of a wealthy corporate lawyer who died of a heart attack. The mother fully expects him to follow in his father’s footsteps, and in fact his inheritance depends on it. But he hates his life, drinks and parties all the time, and his career, and wealth, hangs by a thread. One day he wakes up in a dumpy place, covered in tattoos, with black greasy dreadlocks, where everyone calls him by a different name. He slowly comes to learn that, in this reality, he’s some punk forced into a life of crime by a large debt to a loan shark. Oh, and every sign he sees is written backwards (mirror image).
Meanwhile, the punk version of himself ends up in the corporate lawyer body. Both versions of “self” struggle to figure out their strange new worlds and save themselves.
Sam Trammell excels in this meaty dual role (he mostly performs on stage, so his movie roles are rare). But the story itself, and resolution, is unsatisfying, and the support players (especially his respective girlfriends, who just stand around looking concerned but supportive) are way too one-dimensional.
All in all, this is not the doppelganger you want to meet. Skip it.
Sam Trammell stars in a dual role with shades of The Prince and the Pauper. But in this case we’re dealing with a single person who somehow splits into dual lives. In the main one, he’s the son of a wealthy corporate lawyer who died of a heart attack. The mother fully expects him to follow in his father’s footsteps, and in fact his inheritance depends on it. But he hates his life, drinks and parties all the time, and his career, and wealth, hangs by a thread. One day he wakes up in a dumpy place, covered in tattoos, with black greasy dreadlocks, where everyone calls him by a different name. He slowly comes to learn that, in this reality, he’s some punk forced into a life of crime by a large debt to a loan shark. Oh, and every sign he sees is written backwards (mirror image).
Meanwhile, the punk version of himself ends up in the corporate lawyer body. Both versions of “self” struggle to figure out their strange new worlds and save themselves.
Sam Trammell excels in this meaty dual role (he mostly performs on stage, so his movie roles are rare). But the story itself, and resolution, is unsatisfying, and the support players (especially his respective girlfriends, who just stand around looking concerned but supportive) are way too one-dimensional.
All in all, this is not the doppelganger you want to meet. Skip it.
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