Starring Sam Rockwell, William H. Macy and Jeffrey Wright.
Directed by David M. Rosenthal.
Synopsis: The tragic death of a beautiful young girl starts a tense and atmospheric game of cat and mouse between hunter John Moon and the hardened backwater criminals out for his blood.
Following the mistaken death of a young girl in the woods by his gun, John Moon (Sam Rockwell) steals money on the girl's campsite and then becomes the hunted (No Country For Old Men style). Nothing really happens in this borefest of a movie; we meet characters we don't care much about, we see events and an ending we could have predicted with our eyes closed. It moves at a snail's place with not much action or excitement -- I am surprised I didn't fall asleep.
Sam Rockwell puts out all he can in the lead role. However I couldn't sympathize with his character despite the movie stressing on his love for his family -- because in truth, he is the most inhumane character in the movie. The writers tried to get me to care by injecting some emotion into John Moon but again I couldn't sympathize. The supporting actors were as mediocre as the screenplay. Jeffrey Wright plays Simon (John's friend) and all he did was mumble and get drunk the entire movie. A limping, wigged out William H. Macy looked so weird and the story is so lazily written that even the villains existence seemed so implausible. Was there really a sense of threat for John Moon or his family? It didn't feel that way to me. Just a bunch of bad guys wallowing about until the end.
I couldn't understand what some of the characters were saying most of the time, which resulted in me shutting my brain off entirely three quarters of the way. The only thing this movie had going for it was the bleak Winter's Bone-ish cinematography and a dedicated Sam Rockwell. A Single Shot wanted to be No Country For Old Men 2 so badly but it failed.
Rating: 3/10
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