As I have mentioned in other reviews the modern film must contain certain ingredients, sex, drugs, cars, diverse actors and, mostly, guns. This film hits all the buttons. But in an original way. For example, the actual sex was only implied, but the many closeups of flowers invoked Robert Mapplethorpe's metaphors for sex organs. There was no actual car chase but lots of driving around. The film was broken at time for vivid dreams and memories, the actual murders fit this category and not the ongoing story which does involve guns. In fact, there are many short scenes that pop up at odd times interrupting the story.
Joel Edgerton is the main character, Narvel Roth at first a proper southerner who was wedded to his work as the gardener, arrogant but knowledgeable, or at least able to recite trite sayings. He oversees the locally famous estate of a dowager played by Sigourney Weaver, who is always in the background but appears rarely in the film. Often in a scene Narvel seems to be more narrating than talking. But we find out that Narvel is not what he appears to be, has a past life that he has not completely left behind. Much of the film is actually quite good but cannot escape the trite plot.
Joel Edgerton is the main character, Narvel Roth at first a proper southerner who was wedded to his work as the gardener, arrogant but knowledgeable, or at least able to recite trite sayings. He oversees the locally famous estate of a dowager played by Sigourney Weaver, who is always in the background but appears rarely in the film. Often in a scene Narvel seems to be more narrating than talking. But we find out that Narvel is not what he appears to be, has a past life that he has not completely left behind. Much of the film is actually quite good but cannot escape the trite plot.