Fan’s of J. J. Abrams’ convoluted story lines with mind-bending twists-within-twists will hate Emilio Estevez’s 2010 movie “The Way.” You know going into this movie that it’s about a journey of healing, and you know, pretty much how it’s going to end. Except for one flashback and intermittent visions of a dead guy, there is no time travel, no CGI, no Arnold Schwarzenegger cameos and no stunts of any kind. Also, no nudity, sex or car chases. The only big surprise is that Charlie Sheen’s brother could make a film this good.
Estevez has actually written a handful of scripts and directed a few movies before this, so it’s not his first attempt, but I expected his first big effort, which he wrote, directed and produced, starring himself and his Hollywood liberal dad, to be a little more full of shallow cliches and self-absorbed, heavy-handed liberal platitudes mixed in with a heavy dose of waste-of-my-time. Can you blame me? Martin Sheen and his mostly libtard work and his whack-job family did not instill great confidence in me. But the elder Sheen is a liberal with a conscience, and so is his son (at least this one), apparently, and not without talent.
The Way is a brilliant film. Simple and brilliant. It gets five Grunts – my highest rating.
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