Forever distancing himself from his pretty boy Twilight days, Robert Pattinson scruffs up to play a small-time Brooklyn crook who, shortly after a bank robbery with his mentally challenged brother (co-director Benny Safdie, convincing) lands his brother in the clink, spends a hellish night trying to get him out.
Good Time is a typical film festival darling: it's gritty and frenetic, with a cheesy '80s-style synth score that's all the rage these days, but it's low on story and mostly just unpleasant to sit through. I didn't dislike it, and the Safdies are clearly confident in their direction, but with a reliance on extreme close ups and actors shouting their dialogue over each other, the film is more smothering than exciting.
See this if you're a fan of Pattinson and like watching him branch out. Otherwise, in spite of its bleak realism, I couldn't find much of a point to the movie besides a desire to please New York film critics.