Child of God is one of my favorite novels, and I came into this knowing that film adaptations very rarely touch the garment hem of the books they're based on, but this one was terribly disappointing. Lester Ballard, the character in the book, is so frightening because he's ISN'T some bearded monstrosity with a speech impediment, just broken out of the lunatic asylum, which is how Scott Haze plays him. Skip it . . .
I rarely turn off a movie but with Franco's latest butchering of a classic American writer, it was torture making it ten minutes. The performances were hokey and individual, lacking any sort of unity (especially with the accents). Visually, it was aggravating and pallid. The design was visibly cheap and anachronistic. The narration and (frequent) use of text felt rushed. Amateur at best. McCarthy deserves better.
Have long loved the book, and expected nothing of Franco's adaptation but Scott Haze's feral performance saves the film. Unfortunately while Franco stays surprisingly faithful to the tale, his direction underserves Haze's performance in the extreme keeping what could have been a small masterpiece in the realm of the one trick pony.