The Book of Henry

The Book of Henry really is Razzie-level bad (...)

That doesn’t just make Henry look stupid, but his movie, too. 

S'inspirant d'un scénario ambitieux, qui errait dans les limbes d'Hollywood depuis près de vingt ans, Trevorrow signe un film imprévisible, qui jongle avec plusieurs genres.

Finalement, le seul vrai impact que pourrait avoir The Book of Henry serait de susciter des craintes quant au neuvième épisode de Star Wars. Ce n'est probablement pas l'effet recherché.

The Book Of Henry is an unmitigated stinker from Colin Trevorrow that should be avoided at all costs.

And the compounding coincidences he requires in order to deliver a happy ending are almost disgustingly dishonest.

Story of a single mom, her genius son, the girl next door and her abusive dad starts strong – then turns into a cinematic disaster.

It's the tale of a child genius, a disease-of-the-week weeper, and a drama about the abuser next door. No wonder it's laughable.

And somehow, that makes it a lot less fun.

What could have been a compelling family saga starring Naomi Watts, Jaeden Lieberher and Jacob Tremblay is buried under an uneven, often silly thriller.