Foster is at his best in roles like this one, where his emotions are tightly coiled and always close to exploding, but the storyline does not give him much to work with and Wallace cannot make much out of a blandly-conceived role.

A messy ball of nonsensical threads and worse performances

A boatload of clichés.

Finestkind juggles too many concepts, resulting in tonal disarray that falls short in capturing the emotional depth that’s intended.