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
I was so excited when I saw the posters for this film, being someone who sobbed for days after Kurt Cobain's death. mmm ... yes, I am a grunge devotee! Unfortunately I was so disappointed. I know that Gus Van Sant's films can be a little slow, and of course, you don't need a million miles an hour action for a great film (case in point, "Wings of desire"). But this film just didn't move at all. It was kinda weird, as I got a feeling in the first few minutes that it just wasn't going to go anywhere. I get what Van Sant was trying to do - representation of the monotony of Cobain's final days, and the mundane existence of a washed out/drug addled rock star, but fundamentally this film lacked any kind of passion or devotion to it's subjects. One would imagine that the cynical sense of humour that Cobain would cause him to roll his eyes at this film. There was no exploration of the "why's" of his suicide. In fact there was little exploration of anything apart from the aforementioned monotony. It has been a long time since I have walked out of a film before the ending ... but this one caused me to. So unless something mind-blowing occurred in the final few minutes, this is the worst film I have paid to see at the cinema in a long time.
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