Vomit Inducing Lead Character

Rating: 1/10 (22 March 2016)

The main character, the flesh and blood one, the castrated one, is the epitome of modern western man's nadir. He mumbles, he suffers, he exudes sad puppy. Every other character in this film had some spark, some life and an actual personality.
I felt for the (can't even remember his name (ICERHN)) man's soon to be ex-wife. She was alive, had a personality. I watched this piece of dreck all the way through to the limp end expecting a surprise; he's actually a kung fu master practicing calm (nope his 'calm' was comatose). Anything would do to quell the idea that such a beaten creature actually roams the earth.
Every close-up of this guys face (and there were way too many such) was the equivalent interest to me of a long stare at over-cooked oatmeal - ugh. This film is the most nauseous portrayal of a man I have seen ever. A two pound Chihuahua has more balls and maleness. The ICERHN entity is but a dead man walking.