With remarkable performances from a clutch of Australian actors who rarely get Hollywood credentials, Animal Kingdom revels in its own nuance, cutting a claustrophobic Melbourne crime land to rival that of LA and the more established urban underworlds. But it is the jittery-eyed creepiness of Ben Mendelsohn’s creation, contrasted with the imperviable solemnity of James Frecheville’s Josh, that creates the unbearable tension here. A wound up coil of sinister tension that not even the reassuring, chiselled face of an excellent Guy Pearce can relieve you from. It is just one of those films where your groan of sheer disbelief and cathartic exhaustion will echo resoundingly over the closing credits.
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