Sadly, another reminder of the great loss of talent due to untimely passing of Philip Seymour Hoffman. He is as always, phenomenal in this film, playing a not-so-lucky guy who has seen better days and seemingly stuck in a low-low-middle class neighborhood. Christina Hendricks (Mad Men) pulls off a beautifully understated role as his suffering wife, and it is a treat to see John Torturro back in his element. Dark humor at its finest, but on a sophisticated level that won't win over the masses. The biting comedy comes at the expense of a bevy of down-and-out characters that you hope to learn more about. It starts off at a good pace and with a twisted side-story infused, there's not a dull moment. However, what truly makes this movie is Hoffman who, as usual, morphs into this character. It is impossible to take your eyes off of him as he maneuvers his way through God's Pocket. A solid win for John Slattery's directorial debut.