Brad has committed murder and barricaded himself inside his house. With the help of his friends and neighbours, the cops piece together the strange tale of how this nice young man arrived at such a dark place.
Lynch and Herzog have tickled us for years with their dwarves and iguanas and impenetrable stories. This collaboration represents the vanishing point of willful obscurity.
– Colin Covert,
Minneapolis Star Tribune,
26 Feb 2010
fresh:
Confounds all convention and denies all expected pleasures, providing instead the delight of watching Herzog feed the police hostage formula into the Mixmaster of his imagination.
– Roger Ebert,
Chicago Sun-Times,
8 Apr 2010
rotten:
One of Herzog's quirky misfires.
– Jeff Shannon,
Seattle Times,
8 Apr 2010
fresh:
My Son, My Son... may be a minor work in the Herzog canon but it's still one of the more fascinating, frustrating, disturbing and beautiful experiences available to cinemagoers this year.
– Tom Huddleston,
Time Out,
8 Sep 2010
rotten:
What they deliver is the sort of fake mysticism that usually ensues when secular intellectuals try to plumb the depths of religious faith.