Gratuitous gore in Southern noir
“My Father Die” is the provocative title for the debut feature by writer-director Sean Brosnan, whose father, Pierce, serves as a producer on the project. Inspired by Irish playwright John Millington Synge’s 1907 play “The Playboy of the Western World,” “My Father Die” is a gritty slice of Southern-fried noir, hinging on a gruesome patricide.
A black-and-white prologue introduces us to the father, Ivan (Gary Stretch), a homicidal Vietnam vet biker, and son Asher (Joe Anderson), who as a boy witnesses his father beat his older brother to death. Asher, struck deaf and mute, vows to avenge his brother when Ivan is released from prison.
The ensuing vengeance is a gratuitous orgy of violence. As Asher pursues Ivan, outfitted in his brother’s wolfskin headdress, Ivan returns with force, killing, raping and maiming anyone in his way. With a highly stylized look and hardcore soundtrack, Brosnan is going for a wild berserker aesthetic. But the Southern stereotypes and predilection for sexual violence is exploitation to the extreme.
That these grisly acts and images are never interrogated results in a distressingly, thuddingly tedious experience. “My Father Die” is all provocation and no substance, and therefore meaningless. A shame since it has an interesting style, but what could have been intelligently rendered is just a bloody sludge of gore and the abuse of the most crude and sordid instincts for shock value. “My Father Die.” Not rated. Running time: 1 hour, 42 minutes. Playing: Laemmle Monica Film Center, Santa Monica.