Thank God half of it was out of focus so I was partly spared from being tormented by what can only be described as the biggest "ego self loving" horror that has ever be put to film.
Steven Sebring despite being in what must be his 30s-40s, is in full "17 year old film student" mode here. No connection from scene to scene, void of any true meaning other than 'look at me I can make ambiguous shots!', and his egoistic 'look at how artistic I am' style vomits off the screen into your, what is now, blood soaked eyes.
I must stress I am not some philistine complaining that there were not enough explosions, but even a Patti Smith fan I went to see it with fell asleep. Not to mention the 30 or so people (all wearing Patti Smith t-shirts, clothes obvious fans) who had no choice but to leave this brutal cinematic molestation (o my how I envied them).
DO NOT SEE THIS FILM unless you are some kind of super Patti Smith fan that enjoys psychological torture!
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