 This is a David Lynch Film. The guy who churned out such crap as "Dune", and "Twin Peaks- Fire Walk With Me" ('nuff said!) Crap runs in the family- Kim Basinger had to fork out about $20 MILLION to escape from his sister (daughter?) film "Boxing Helena". Anyway, to this waste of space. It's about: The ceiling of a dance hall, Matches being lit (in slo-mo), A hand clutching a sheet, and The wizard of Oz (Truth! I swear!) There is no plot as such- Mr. Lynch was too busy inserting Artistic Meaning to bother with anything so mundane. Nicholas Cage once again earns his reputation as an ACTOR'S actor. What that means is, unless you're an actor yourself, watching his performance is on a par with watching a sliced apple turn brown. Sex? You want sex? The sex consists of watching the hand clutch the sheet (see above). By the end of the film, when Glenda The Good Witch aka. Sherilyn Fenn persuades Ol' Nick to impersonate Elvis Presley (Buddha only knows why- or cares) you've experienced crap at its most refined. Things to watch for: Unhappy girl clicks heels & says "There's no place like home" About the author: 36yo, male, ex- cinema projectionist You may read another review, submit your own, or return home. |
