Jungleland

Here is a world of seedy gangsters and flame-hearted girls, with a plot that slowly unravels with each increasingly implausible turn.

Neon-lit diners, lonely service stations and empty parking lots are straight out of an Edward Hopper painting in this handsome, gloomy drama.

It's directed by Max - son of Henry, "the Fonze" - Winkler with some style, but never moves beyond paper-thin pastiche.

Seems derived not so much from direct experience or empathetic observation, as from a handful of half-listened-to Bruce Springsteen albums.

Hope springs eternal, but the surfeit of challenges in this turkey are too numerous to surmount.

"Jungleland" is a raw and exciting effort from filmmaker Max Winkler. Hunnam, in particular, is a knockout.

A road movie is about enjoying the time you spend with characters, and in that sense Jungleland is a trip worth taking. An understated exploration of brotherly love and broken dreams, it stands out in a crowded weight class.

Even the few-and-far-between fight scenes are so bog-standard as to convey no visceral thrill whatsoever ... simply another lifeless piece of a clichéd whole.

Jungleland avoids most of the traps and tropes you'd expect a movie like this to fall into, allowing Hunnam and O'Connell to soar. I'm very excited to see what director Max Winkler will do next.

JUNGLELAND is murky, gross, and heartfelt to the point where you may either roll, or bawl your eyes right out of your head.