Tyrannosaur

Paddy Considine’s Tyrannosaur, a feature-length adaptation of his short film, is the type of gritty British cinema you either love or hate.  I’m in the former camp, and I’m a sucker for this type of small, human drama about pain and stagnation, but there is a certain extremeness and lack of humor that feels slightly “off” about the film.  It’s good, and the two lead actors are strong, but not all of it comes together. Maybe I missed something key, as I’m still not sure why the film is called what it’s called--the title seems a bit off point.