Thursday, March 28

Review: ‘90 Feet From Home’ Raw, Gritty, and Hurts Like an Old Wound

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With “90 Feet From Home,” Brett Bentman has produced a stark and powerful vision of childhood abuse and family trauma that lasts the ages. For an independent film the movie is produced well, featuring both a top notch production value and acting package, starring such talent as WWE star Shawn Michaels and Dean Cain from “Lois and Clark” fame. The film follows a pair of brothers from early adolescence into adulthood; and, nestled in the heart of Texas, shows deep, painful wounds that time alone is ill-equipped to heal. 

James Devine is a tough man to play, but, under Michael’s performance, becomes someone we initially hate, then loath, and ultimately feel sorry for. It’s a credit not only to his portrayal, but the script, written by director Bentman and co-writer Scott Davis, which features some of the best dialogue I’ve seen in an indie, ever. To give you an idea of the kind of father Devine is to his children, his one son, Scott (Chase Pollock as a teenager, Adam Hampton as an adult) is a teenage MLB hopeful whose arm catches the eye of local scouts, who offer him a solid package. Devine doesn’t think he should play baseball, sneaks into his room one night, and breaks Scott’s arm with a baseball bat. Abuse runs deep in this family; no one blinks an eye, not his brother Tommy, not his mother. This is not an isolated incident, but one that lines years of abuse that Devine would put Scott through. 

To Bentman’s credit, the characters in the film are developed fully, and the actors chosen for the roles couldn’t be better. Hampton is perfect as adult Scott, and carries with him a palpable pain that lines not just his demeanor, but his actions and personality. He meets a young boy on his old baseball field who reminds him of himself. The boy has an abusive father who, like Scott’s, tells him he’ll amount to nothing, and a piece of baseball equipment he needs to improve his game is “a waste of money.” He calls him fat and useless. 

Bentman is a gifted director; his crowning achievement with “90 Feet From Home” is to make you feel uncomfortable. This is a difficult movie to get through, both for its abuse and its ramifications. Scott, washed out of the MLB after a biceps injury, means to kill his father. It sets up a tone that we feel as painful to us as it feels to Scott. The whole thing rests heavily on Hampton’s shoulders and he delivers. I can’t imagine another actor playing Scott. He imbues him with a deep hatred of his father and resentment that we feel singularly. 

Thom Hallum and Adam Hampton in a scene from “90 Feet From Home” (B22 Films).

The rest of the players do a good job as well. I don’t follow the wrestling circuit, nor know what kind of personality Michaels brings to that arena, but here he performs more than apt, making us believe his transformation from abusive stepfather to a quasi-reformed yet guilt-ridden drunk that knows that no matter what he does he can’t make up for his transgressions towards his wife and children during his earlier years. We learn he’s sick, and we learn that Scott doesn’t care. But Michaels makes us believe he’s truly sorry for what he’s done, just as he makes us feel deeply that he’ll never be forgiven. Michaels has depth, range, and, somehow manages to garner sympathy for his character when there ought to be none. 

Thom Hallum, who plays Scott’s brother Tommy, is another wonderful addition to this film, and does a good job as a cop and family man that is a polar opposite to the kind of upbringing he underwent under Devine’s fatherhood. While he wasn’t a victim of abuse as was Scott, we see he was affected similarly. One scene where Devine abuses Scott in his bedroom late at night is even more effective as Tommy turns his head not to watch. “I’m sorry he picked you,” he tells Scott and we feel his sadness and exasperation with the situation. His wife, played by Laura Menzie is loving but not as fleshed out as Devine, Scott, or Tommy, but, luckily, this doesn’t take away from the film overall. 

If I have one criticism of the film, it’s that a couple of action-type, dramatic elements work their way into the production during its third act. But, to my surprise, Bentman resolves these with simple finality instead of going for the emotional jugular. The film’s final shot, which will not be spoiled here, shows a dejected man coming to terms with a lifetime of pain and suffering, with a pan out and musical score that add to the film in remarkable ways.

All in all, “90 Feet From Home is an achievement of directing, acting, and emotion. It’s indie through and through. It’s slated for a June release, and if you get the chance to see it, you shouldn’t pass up the opportunity. As the film closes you really feel like you lived Scott and Tommy’s story; it’s hard to find fault with that. 

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Mark is a New York based film critic and founder and Managing Editor of The Movie Buff. He has contributed film reviews to websites such as Movie-Blogger and Filmotomy, as well as local, independent print news medium. He is a lifelong lover of cinema, his favorite genres being drama, horror, and independent. Follow Mark @The_Movie_Buff on Twitter for all site news.

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