Money, Time, Batteries, Electricity ...

Rating: Null/10 (2 May 2002)

Well let me see - what else did I waste watching this movie? To think that I paid almost five bucks to Blockbuster (hey, there's another of my favorite retailers!) to watch this piece of s***, I have a black and blue arse from kicking myself ever since. And please don't go all smug and say "You should have seen this on a big screen to really appreciate the cinematic complexity of this film" ... Pleaaase ! It was kinda like ... Quentin Tarantino (who is waaay overrated as well) meets B-movie king Ashok Amritraj. I should have paid more attention to the fact that this movie was released in France (that haven of panty-culture). What delicious irony that the director's name is Lynch.
And for those of the great unwashed who didn't understand the movie at all and are too ashamed to admit it to their all-black-wearing, pierced-too-often, dope-smoking friends from New York and - before I forget - gay Paris, let me summarize it for you. This movie was very badly directed. And I usually have a little compassion for a bad director; but a bad director who thinks he is great - totally different story. The actors were terrible hams (can't blame them too much if they acted according to Mr. Lynch's direction) and the editor must have dropped the cans on the way to the cutting floor. The music, on the other hand, wasn't too bad in places. See it if you must, to prove you are an intellectual, but don't say I didn't warn you !!!