Neither here nor there

Conviction is yet another film based on ‘an inspirational true story’ because, I’m assuming, Hollywood has now run out of made-up stories.

Conviction is yet another film based on ‘an inspirational true story’ because, I’m assuming, Hollywood has now run out of made-up stories. (There isn’t a limitless supply, you know; it’s not as if you can just magic them out of the air.) This story is a remarkable story but, alas, this film is not a remarkable film. It is competently executed, and it isn’t total torture to sit through, but it suffers from what I would call ‘chronic plod’. Plod, plod, plod, plod, plod, it goes, and while I have nothing against plodding per se — as something of a plodder myself, I would be a fool to come out wholly against it — it does get rather tiring. Plodding is tiring. Indeed, after a full day of plodding, I can be thoroughly worn out.