The Day Shall Come

When satire bites it draws blood. This one leaks fizzy water that’s gone flat. Writer/director Chris Morris is Bristol born and bred. What’s he doing in Miami? Deflecting the effluence from the FBI? It’s a mystery not worth solving.

The plot is boring and incomprehensible that hits the ground limping. The family of a preacher is threatened with eviction from a lowlife district on the edge of town. Being black and therefore not white supremacist doesn’t help, especially when the FBIdiots suspect there is a terrorist rising on the up right there in plain sight.

The fact that nothing makes sense and the enemy, if that is what they are, have cabbages for brains lacks conviction. Whatever you may think of Homeland Security, or Fed gumshoes in the field, if they behave like this in what is laughingly called real life, where is the drama?

The most recent, least enviable, victim of a movie that makes Four Lions, the director’s British centric terrorist farce, look like a work of the imagination is yours truly, who is suffering from The Disappointments, a virulent form of The Blues. It may be incurable.