Tyrannosaur

Paddy Considine's feature-length adaptation of his short film is the type of gritty British cinema you either love or hate. I'm in the former camp, and I'm a sucker for this type of small, human drama about pain and stagnation, but there is a certain extremeness and lack of humor that feels slightly "off" about the film. It's good, and the two lead actors are strong, but not everything comes together. Perhaps I missed something key, as I'm still unsure why the film is called what it is; the title seems somewhat off point.