Ryan Owen 16/10/2005
Four brothers, indeed. Seemingly a breeding ground for unlimited decent plots, but in this case - not. The four brothers return to their childhood home when their mother is murdered. They seek vengeance after suspecting a dirty cover-up. An exercise in over the top clichés, stereotypes and boredom, we see a multi-cultural set of four brothers; jock-fuck, indie-boy, macho sex addict and Outkast-boy. Am I double-crossing my inept family or not? Am I apathetic or do I just not care? For the entire length of this film, it is indeed the latter. The saving grace( as so frequently one can be found amongst the most putrid of cinematic attempts) is the entertainment to be found in seeing what a prick Wahlberg looks like with his hair slicked back.