It's usually fairly easy for a movie critic to drum up a date for a screening. But persuading someone to join you at the film adaptation of Cormac McCarthy's solemn, searing postapocalyptic novel The Road is apparently akin to asking if they'll help you transport nuclear waste. One friend essentially declared that even if Pauline Kael rose forth from the grave to endorse this cinematic spectacle of father and son wandering a ruined world in search of uncertain sanctuary, she still would not see it.
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