I can anticipate many viewers will not appreciate this movie much. Mainly because, in their opinion, this little dark and blue-collar story is not the timeless uplifting masterpiece that they would have wanted for Philip Seymour Hoffman’s last film. I found it different, creative, deliciously morbid, and extremely realistic in spite of all you might describe as unreal in it. Bad decisions, bad examples, bad behaviors, bad personalities and bad souls converge in this town ironically named God’s Pocket.
The only thing that really annoyed me throughout the entire movie was the sight of Christina Hendricks’ breasts. There is something purely evil in her body. I am sure most men would describe her body as striking and attractive. I had serious troubles mentally trying to match her face with her body. I felt like it was a montage all the time. Of course, I did research other pictures of her on Internet trying to decipher if her body actually looks like this or if it had been over-sized on strategic areas just for this character in particular. Horror of horrors? She is huge! To my own dismay, her body reminds me of those horrendous mannequins with huge boobies that you could find at the cheap and tastelessly decorated windows of stores of a couple of years ago.
But back to the story, the movie shows the vices of any “white-trash” cluster that lives of a paycheck, that drink their boredom away, that gambles what they don’t have in order to pay for what they owe, that survive a town in which no one really cares about anything. All possible humanity is contained in a jar in which money is being collected to afford a funeral.