Comparing this to Uwe Boll's stuff is a bit unfair, but I see where that reviewer is coming from. But, LOL, calling Leonard Cohen a Tom Waits wannabe, that's the funniest thing I've heard all year.
The photography in this film almost redeems its many failings, but not quite. I get a lot of chuckles from the gushing reviews from art-house hangers-on; there is a kind of "Art-house cliché" which arises from the deliberate avoidance of Hollywood cliché. This film is full of it. You might call it "anti-cliché". But it amounts to the same thing. I see none of the freshness and vigour I look for in a good indy film.
It mightn't be so bad if the plot didn't require so much suspension of disbelief. There couldn't exist a strip club such as this one, it would be just ludicrous.
And why doesn't Mr. Egoyan find something else for his wife to do besides "acting" in all his movies? Anyhow, watch this if you've got nothing better on, but expect to be bored rigid waiting for the good bits.
The photography in this film almost redeems its many failings, but not quite. I get a lot of chuckles from the gushing reviews from art-house hangers-on; there is a kind of "Art-house cliché" which arises from the deliberate avoidance of Hollywood cliché. This film is full of it. You might call it "anti-cliché". But it amounts to the same thing. I see none of the freshness and vigour I look for in a good indy film.
It mightn't be so bad if the plot didn't require so much suspension of disbelief. There couldn't exist a strip club such as this one, it would be just ludicrous.
And why doesn't Mr. Egoyan find something else for his wife to do besides "acting" in all his movies? Anyhow, watch this if you've got nothing better on, but expect to be bored rigid waiting for the good bits.