In “The Counsellor…”, Mark Kermode Bites Off More Than He Can Chew
By Rochus Pomponius, Adjunct Critic
It is clear that Mark Kernode is more in over his head than his subject’s protagonist in “The Counsellor – review | Mark Kermode.”
There’s no denying Kermode’s talent as a writer. He clearly has a gift for persuasion that exceeds even the most convincing offerings of his peers. He draws one in with enticing charm, stimulates the imagination with colorful descriptors and methodically placed analogies, and delivers a conclusive deliberation that will be met agreeably with his audience (if not agreed upon). Along the way, they will find themselves enlightened, entertained and even a little inspired.
However, for all these positives, Kermode still seems to fall short—not so much in accomplishing his task, but at a level befitting of his potential. One with such robust lyrical skill should display their gift confidently and proudly with no inhibition. Anything less is to squander one’s talent and ultimately let the audience down as well as oneself. Indeed, that is the main hindrance that prevents him from progressing to the next level.
While ultimately delivering a legitimately decent textual offering, Kermode falls short of greatness due to his inability to wield his steroid-pumped lyrical prowess effectively. And yet, there is hope. One day, when he decides to fulfill his destiny, he will produce something truly amazing and solidify his place as one of the greatest writers of his day. Until then, the audience can take comfort in knowing they’re witnessing a legend in the making.