My first reaction on seeing the trailer for Charlie Countryman was to wonder what exactly was going on with Shie LaBeouf’s hair. Like all of it above his neck. It’s like a beard tried to grow, and then died of embarrassment at who it was growing on.
My second thought was, of course it’s a Sundance film. Because it seems that every time I see a trailer filled with things I am predisposed to loathe, that logo comes up and mocks me, saying no no, this means it’s a good film, just to spite you.
And it goes on. There are contrivances. There are young Americans wandering the darker parts of European cities at night. Hope rises that maybe this is actually “Hostel 3: The Hostelling”, not because I have any love for those films, but because they would presuppose the presence of razors which could potentially solve the continuing problem of that facial hair.
And then around half way through, it tries to tempt me. See if you can spot the point:
Mads! Mads? Mads!
Talk about burying the lede. There are other quite good actors in there - Melissa Leo for one - but I think we can agree on the primary draw.