Meandering, pretentious, self-indulgent tedium.

Rating: 2/10 (23 July 1999)

Besides an excruciating piano soundtrack that tortured me continuously, this was the kind of pseudo-intellectual pablum that the self-appointed savants will wallow in. "I can prove I'm a great intellect by saing I 'understand' this final Kubrick offering". So they'll say. IT DIDN'T WORK, in part or as a whole. Self-obsessed baloney in the tradition of Eric von Stroheim's films. Enough.