Suddenly, what started as a riff on A History Of Violence begins to look more like Cape Fear—and from there, the twists in tone and narrative agenda only get wilder.
(In this, “Cold in July” shares some connective tissue with David Cronenberg’s “A History of Violence,” in which a similar act of heroism unleashed the dark side of an unassuming family man.)
Finally arriving on screens after several years in the making, his fourth feature Cold in July is a gripping and stylish western noir that blends the small-town malevolence of David Cronenberg's A History of Violence with a sinewy B-movie efficiency that recalls other recent potboiler adaptations like The Lincoln Lawyer .
But instead of dwelling on the moral consequences of an ordinary joe taking a stand (a la A History Of Violence), the film takes a sharp left-turn into psycho-thriller territory when the intruder’s father (Sam Shepard) comes a-calling.
In some ways, the film forms a flipside companion piece to David Cronenberg's A History of Violence, another tale of a quiet man drawn into a world of comic-strip brutality, littered with broken-backed narrative left turns that wrong-foot the audience, leaving them wondering how much of this is but a bloody, fevered dream.
The mood at this point is reminiscent of A History of Violence , David Cronenberg 's excellent drama about a small-town family forced to reckon with the traumatic things that, in movies, seem to have no effect on people.