Out of the Furnace isn't a dead loss, and that makes its shortcomings all the more perplexing. The cast delivers, the production values are high and the dialogue, such as it is, is well handled. But (as seems to happen so often lately) what could have been so much more boils down to a lacklustre narrative poncing around in expensive, finely-wrought visuals, top-shelf players and noble intentions, signifying little. It almost gets off the ground a couple of times and you assure yourself that it surely must, only to watch it lapse back into blerg, adhering grimly to the conventions of its pedestrian trajectory instead of stepping off into something more.
Watch Out of the Furnace on a slow night, by all means; it's a dog, but we didn't hate-hate it. The superlative visual tour of America's arse-end alone is worth your rental dime and since I just pecked the eyes out of it for you, you can leave your critical faculties in the charger.