What the . . . ?

Rating: 2/10 (28 May 2001)

Poor Lenny. Or is it Leonard he likes to be called? Dunno. I've got a short-term memory when it comes to this turkey.
In order to care about a character or situation, I first must feel something for them. The way Guy Pearce mumbled through his lines, he seemed drugged on downers and quite bored by the whole matter.
In order to get my brain working to figure out this patchwork quilted scenario, I first must have some interest in what's going on. During the period I lasted before fleeing into the night, I didn't care much who killed the wife, why she was killed or, for that matter, how those three kitty-claw scratches got on our doldrum hero's face. Maybe it was his house tom-cat in heat, after all.