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Part of the family drama works, but whatever strokes of genius it could have goes to second term and it ends up being boring. What a waste of talent. [Full review in Spanish]
The plot is a little lackluster -- the climactic heist isn't very climactic -- but director Philip Martin creates a strong sense of place and a strong sense of community among the characters.
Occasionally a movie comes along that's such an awkward compilation of ideas it fascinates: The Forger, a Boston-set melodrama involving cancer, Impressionist art and deadbeat dads, is only about half that good.
Mr. Travolta teeters between tough-guy menace and soulful, artistic intensity, but you don't ever believe that he can paint or that he can beat up a whole squad of younger, bigger, meaner dudes.
The idea is actually interesting - a dysfunctional family trying to get their act together while planning some illegality and teaching the youngster about Impressionist art - but the half-baked execution falls short.
What is happening! If you check out "The Forger," you might well find yourself saying that time and again, as the entertainingly terrible performances keep piling up while the plot dares you not to chuckle at the audacity of it all.