There comes a time in your life when you finally, sadly, have to admit: you are not, and will never be, Liam Neeson. That if something precious is Taken from you, you simply don’t have the particular set of skills to get it back or get payback. Your amateur efforts will likely make you a nightmare to people like, well, yourself actually.
No, the harsh truth is, when seeking vengeance, most of us aren’t Neeson’s ex-CIA agent Bryan Mills; nor Uma Thurman’s Beatrix Kiddo, nor Maximus Decimus Meridius. We’d be much more like the unfortunate Dwight in lean, mean new thriller Blue Ruin.
OK, perhaps not at first glance. When we meet Dwight, he’s a feral-looking hobo rocking a Tom Hanks/Cast Away look, sneaking baths in empty homes, food from trash bags, eking out an existence in a clapped-out, intriguingly bullet-ridden Pontiac (the blue ruin of the title). It’s only when this clearly traumatized individual is informed that a certain Will Cleland is about to be released from prison that he discovers a sense of purpose. Unfortunately that purpose is to avenge Cleland’s as yet unrevealed crime, by taking his life.
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