[This is a re-post of my review from the 2014 Sundance Film Festival. God's Pocket opens today in limited release.]
Following around sad characters does not make a story poignant. It does not make it sorrowful or deep or compassionate. In his feature directing debut, John Slattery has filled a tank with dirty water so his talented actors can swim around giving performances that don’t serve anything but the performance itself, and the ugly setting and plot is just the fodder for long pauses, pained grimaces, and distant glances. Slattery swings around wildly from grimy pathos to violent dark comedy, and neither is rewarding. Rather than showcasing its talented cast, Slattery wastes them in a wasteland.