If I were to fall asleep in my bed tonight and wake up tomorrow morning to a sound beating in a prison cell somewhere in Turkmenistan, I would consider my circumstances more believable than the fact that I had to actually sit through this piece of drivel. I am a staunch proponent of the public's right to expression in art, but movies such as this really make me seriously question my own convictions.
The story line (if you can even find one), is indicative of either a severe lack of writing talent or a recent depletion of whatever medication was prescribed to the author of the screenplay. The interview sequences were fairly OK, but then again, how can you screw up filming an interview, anyway? Especially an interview with a bronze statue.
The main characters (Liza and Ian) are just a couple of real post-modern literary rebels. Liza's character (and acting) conveys an air of someone ready to head for the mountains and join an armed cult, and when he is not being the only one taking this "project" somewhat seriously, poor Ian looks like he would rather be anywhere else but on the set.
I don't know what was more disturbing--the haphazardly thrown-in half-naked scenes, or the kissing scene (which looked more like Liza trying hard to give a disgustedly unwilling Ian a demonstration of standing CPR).
And who in the heck is this Ron Shapiro, anyway? His significance in the story simply eluded me, pretty much like the story itself. And I was paying attention, believe me. It was impossible not to, when something is quite as bad as this.
"But, is there anything about the movie itself that you could have written?" Answer: This was a movie? It looked more like an exercise in remembering how to operate filming equipment. Trust me, watching the grass grow has more meaning in it than this waste of a DVD-R.
Good grief, I can't believe I actually saw it.
The story line (if you can even find one), is indicative of either a severe lack of writing talent or a recent depletion of whatever medication was prescribed to the author of the screenplay. The interview sequences were fairly OK, but then again, how can you screw up filming an interview, anyway? Especially an interview with a bronze statue.
The main characters (Liza and Ian) are just a couple of real post-modern literary rebels. Liza's character (and acting) conveys an air of someone ready to head for the mountains and join an armed cult, and when he is not being the only one taking this "project" somewhat seriously, poor Ian looks like he would rather be anywhere else but on the set.
I don't know what was more disturbing--the haphazardly thrown-in half-naked scenes, or the kissing scene (which looked more like Liza trying hard to give a disgustedly unwilling Ian a demonstration of standing CPR).
And who in the heck is this Ron Shapiro, anyway? His significance in the story simply eluded me, pretty much like the story itself. And I was paying attention, believe me. It was impossible not to, when something is quite as bad as this.
"But, is there anything about the movie itself that you could have written?" Answer: This was a movie? It looked more like an exercise in remembering how to operate filming equipment. Trust me, watching the grass grow has more meaning in it than this waste of a DVD-R.
Good grief, I can't believe I actually saw it.
