Why bother? Vincent Gallo, a motorcycle racer, is so magnetic that waitresses throw off their jobs and leave farewell notes at a hint. (He produced the movie.) He's not particularly good looking but he's sympathetic because he acts depressed all the time and women want to cuddle him. Montgomery Clift could pull this off very well. He could make us believe it. Gallo can't.
The movie amounts to a porno film with only a few seconds of celebrity paparazzi shots of Chloe Sevigny. (What is she doing in this piece of garbage?) If you want to see a male narcissist suffer for no particular reason while women fall all over him this is your kind of movie. As for me, I think the motives may be no more than those behind Sylvester Stallone's skin flick, an opportunity to seal on film how sturdy your erections are.
The movie amounts to a porno film with only a few seconds of celebrity paparazzi shots of Chloe Sevigny. (What is she doing in this piece of garbage?) If you want to see a male narcissist suffer for no particular reason while women fall all over him this is your kind of movie. As for me, I think the motives may be no more than those behind Sylvester Stallone's skin flick, an opportunity to seal on film how sturdy your erections are.