there be only one thing essential to thorough appreciation of the indian runner . unzip your trouser . peek inside . be there evidence of a y chromosome . okay and you will do . this film have all the male requisites represent blood and gun and car chase and fond woman and death and multiple tattoo and cigarette and liquor and violence and pyrotechnic what have i leave out . oh and yeah and blowtorch . a a woman and i seriously hope sean penn regard this a a ` when i be a child . kind of effort . since he both write and direct the thing and he nearly solely responsible . an uneven cast ( viggo mortensen a usual demonstrate brilliantly how the job suppose to be do ) try to save penn . too late . the line and action be there . even devote and skilled acting can not change those . i find this movie puerile and silly and as well a predictable . the dialogue stagger along sandy dennis have my respect for try to breathe life into a woodenly maternal monologue without motherly authenticity . then she die . after a bit and so do the protagonist father and play by charles bronson . their absence be hardly noticeable . at interval and the pyrotechnic and etc . and note above appear to liven thing up and scare the audience into think something significant be occur . if youre male and under 25 and you may adore this film . plan to return to it at 35. think you will still like it . i do not think so .