A story of amour fou. Walt is madly in love/lust with a young illegal Mexican immigrant. However, the object of his unrequited affection doesn't even speak any English and finds Walt really... See full summary »
Introspective artist Blake is buckling under the weight of fame, professional obligations and a mounting feeling of isolation. Dwarfed by towering trees, Blake slowly makes his way through dense woods. He scrambles down an embankment to a fresh spring and undresses for a short swim. The next morning he returns to his house, an elegant, if neglected, stone mansion. Many people are looking for Blake--his friends, his managers and record label, even a private detective--but he does not want to be found. In the haze of his final hours, Blake will spend most his time by himself. He avoids the people who are living in his house, who approach him only when they want something, be it money or help with a song. He hides from one concerned friend and turns away another. He visits politely with a stranger from the Yellow Pages sales department, and he ducks into an underground rock club. He wanders through the woods and he plays a new song, one last rock and roll blowout. Finally, alone in the ... Written by
Sujit R. Varma
Gus Van Sant had originally intended to make a direct bio-pic of Kurt Cobain in the mid-1990's but ran into legal obstruction from Cobain's widow, Courtney Love. Undeterred, Van Sant met with Love to discuss some ideas for the film, as well as her possible involvement. Though the two actually became friends and discussed the film for years, Van Sant eventually realized that Love was too devastated by Cobain's death to ever collaborate on the film or even allow a bio-pic to ever be made and adapted his ideas into this fictionalized story. See more »
One of the LDS missionaries that visits the house is wearing a light blue shirt. LDS missionaries are only permitted to wear non-decorative white shirts with dark pants/suits, and a conservative tie. The missionaries also carried no pamphlets, visual aids, appointment books, or their own complete sets of scriptures, which is highly unlikely for door-to-door proselytizing. See more »
An insult to humanity. Avoid it like a chicken from Hong Kong!
After a few minutes I had a bad feeling about this movie and paused it to check the IMDb. As I feared the results were not good.
Could the whole film be as meaningless and tepid as the opening? Apparently yes.
Once while imbibing with my brother-in-law the subject of Yoko Ono came up. He put a Yoko record on the stereo and I was greeted by this hideous screeching sing-sang chanting. He then placed the needle on other tracks and it was identical.
This is precisely what happens when you fast forward through this piece of garbage--it remains a gut wrenching sickening fever nightmare of ponderous placid boredom.
I do recall laughing riotously at Yoko, however, there is nothing funny about this movie.
It is an abomination.
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