By Christian DiMartino
For a minute there, Patrick Wilson was on a roll. I mean think back to Hard Candy, Little Children, Lakeview Terrace (I still like it, sue me). So how did he end up in a movie as sleezy and trashy as Zipper?
Granted, I didn’t hate this movie. It is entertaining, and considering the material, the acting is surprisingly strong. But yet it is a film that seems like it has something to say, and it doesn’t exactly say it well. Not to mention, the filmmaking feels fairly amateurish.
The film revolves around a federal prosecutor named Sam (Wilson). Sam has a bright future in politics, a happy wife (Lena Headey), who dreams of being a first lady, a son, a nice house, a good job, blah blah blah, happy life. Or, is it?
Sam has a bit of a problem: He likes hookers. A lot. How or why he gained this hooker addiction is a bit of a mystery, and it is one that is never solved. But clearly, this addiction, if it gets out, will put a damper on his career, and his life in general. So, guess what? You guessed it: The truth is out there.
Wilson is still a good actor, and his performance is fine, even if his accent is a tad wobbly. Headey is the better of the two as his wife, who brings out a feisty side. The supporting cast, which includes Christopher McDonald, Richard Dreyfuss, John Cho, and Ray Winstone, is fine as well.
This is not a good movie though. It’s message is muddled, and it isn’t convincing at whatever it is selling. Also the filmmaking style feels generic, which adds to the sleeziness and all. It wants to be something like Gone Girl or Men, Women, and Children. Nice try, but no.
It works as entertainment value, however. I am not telling you to see Zipper, but it might be enjoyable after a few drinks.