I want to believe that writer/director Barry Jay is trying to do something important with “Like Father, Like Son.” There’s a message buried deep in the picture about cycles of abuse, even reaching into hereditary traits to spotlight the continuation of evil, and Jay looks to use such simmering rage to inspire a horror film of sorts. It’s a psychological take on slasher cinema, striving to be a bit more menacing than the usual in serial killer tales. However, the execution of “Like Father, Like Son” is completely botched, as Jay has no real clue how to deliver this study of generational pain without turning the whole thing into a cheap looking, poorly acted, and roughly crafted feature that doesn’t possess a single scene of profound feelings. Jay oddly goes for trashiness with the endeavor, and it’s a painful sit, watching the movie fumble every idea it has. Read the rest at Blu-ray.com

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