The worst film I've ever seen.

Rating: 1/10 (7 July 2011)

Quite why Ben decided to stick his kid brother in front of camera and direct him to perform the most wooden and emotionally void imitation of himself that is possibly imaginable, is a mystery to me. Whether Ben - who I actually rate very highly as an actor - could have rescued such a drab and soulless attempt at story-telling is questionable, but at least he would have made it worth watching.
Poor old Morgan Freeman is so hopelessly miscast and underwhelmed by the whole sorry affair that you can almost see the tears in his eyes. Michelle Monaghan is nothing more than a mildly fruity stooge to the wooden and tasteless Affleck. She barely utters a single half-decent line, and is usually seen behind Affleck - presumably prompting and poking him in the back.
Struggling to stay awake - nay, alive - through scene after scene of the lamest and most dilute screenplay I can ever remember, I entirely lost the rather serious nature of the plot unfolding. As it turns out, it folded right back up again, and frankly it should stay there.