Storyline
An ex-con reunites with his estranged wayward 16-year old daughter to protect her from drug dealers who are trying to kill her.
Directors
Cast
Diego Luna, William H. Macy, Miguel Sandoval, Dale Dickey, Raoul Max Trujillo, Thomas Mann, Mel Gibson, Luce Rains, Michael Parks, Katalina Parrish, Erin Moriarty, Richard Cabral, Tait Fletcher, Christopher Atwood, Vic Browder, Lucien Dale, Jack T. Silliman, Joanne Camp, Daniel Moncada, Madison Fogle, Christopher W. Garcia, Melissa-Lou Ellis, Lori Dillen, Ryan Dorsey, Genia Michaela, Brandi Cochran, Nicole Brady, Tom Joles, Cheo Tapia, Julianne Medina, McKenna Wagenman, Shannan Wagenman, Taylor Wagenman, Alexander Wagenman, William Fogle, Gerry Medina, Alex Gopal, Christina Gopal, Julian Gopal, Brittney Scavo, Tara Elliott, Rick Anglada, Chester Gayao, Damon Somers, Rich Chavez, Fred Padilla, Billy Fuessel, Robert Louder, Lyle DeRose, Rodger Larence, Art Westgate
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Reviews
85
If you can separate the art from the artist — as most of us do at some point, or there’d be almost no movies or plays or novels or music or paintings left to enjoy — it’s a stone-cold gas.
83
Blood Father, directed by Jean-François Richet (Mesrine, Assault on Precinct 13), works remarkably well as a grindhouse throwback, sporting a screenplay (from Peter Craig and Andrea Berloff, based on Craig’s novel) that’s better than it has any right to be.
80
The Guardian
As comeback projects go, Blood Father is stellar. It’s a wonder Quentin Tarantino, the king of career resurrection, didn’t get to Gibson first. The actors completely tears into the role of Link, a battered and disgruntled ex-con. Richet matches him, delivering a muscular and deliriously entertaining B-movie that is sure to play like gangbusters with genre aficionados.
67
Operating for much of its running time with an equal balance between guilty pleasure grittiness and decent father/daughter drama, the film’s conclusion tips toward the latter in an unconvincing shift toward sentimentality and Life Lessons that not only is out of place, but betrays John’s own code of stoic endurance.
67
Without Gibson’s baggage, it’s easy to appreciate the movie as a minor throwback to the R-rated action films of the ’80s and early ’90s, which similarly mixed the very lurid and the very wholesome, even if the action scenes don’t live up to the genre’s heyday.
