Little Tommy's all grown up.
The Russos try a change of pace with this combination coming-of-age tale/war movie/addiction drama/heist flick, using every stylistic trick in the book and some dark humor to keep things from getting too damn bleak, even though they are.
Largely holds together due to Holland's committed against-type performance: Cherry's supposed to be a nameless blank, a guy who just goes with the flow adapting to any situation and making one bad decision after another.
He goes from disenfranchised young man, to PTSD-afflicted soldier, to unrepentant junkie, to screw-up bank robber in the course of two and a half hours. Tom nails it, only faltering a bit at the end where Cherry's supposed to be in his late thirties or early forties; it's too soon for the fresh-faced Holland to pull that off, even with a ridiculous moustache.