Some movie are bad by accident - this was meant to be awful

Rating: 1/10 (21 January 2005)

I went to see this movie at my local theater which has only one exit and the tiniest rows imaginable. As luck would have it, I've got the last seat and therefore was blocked in, lest I make 20 people get up in the middle of a movie. The experience I was subjected to was taken straight out of Clockwork Orange - made to watch something atrocious and not being able to leave. I literally hit my head against the wall, it was so bad! Now, the thing about it is that everything except camera-work and the score was bad, really bad - the meaningless plot, the dialogue which vacillated between pretentious (Character X leaving Y: What do you mean you love me? Where is your love, can you point to it? What can I do with your sweet words? I don't love you anymore, good bye) and really dirty sextalk, regurgitated straight out of a bad porno. I really think that everyone involved in this project should take out an ad in Variety and apologize to all who had to watch it. This movie makes a bold step in modern art, leaving off where that god-awful exhibit at Saatchi gallery left off (Tracy Emin's My Bed), the one where a modern British "artist" put up her dirty, stained bed and called it art. It's a small step for bad art...yeah, just that - a small step toward crappy and pretentious.