not even once; just miss it.

Rating: 1/10 (8 December 2010)

street-bum musician who struggles to get along meets equally dejected immigrant broad who sort of gets the hots for him but backs off when she discovers he is as boring as she. nevertheless they plot to record a disc together, since she also has musical skills, and 2 grand poorer they succeed.
some time back, not long enough, i made a vow to not waste as far as possible my time in this short life in the company of people who did not please me, who stressed me out, who bored me, whom i despised. concessions i chose to make to those who did not contribute to my learning, to my growth, BUT were charming, entertaining, fun. or even dare i say, sexy! but this little flick caught me unawares. i lost one and a half hours of my life in the 'company' of people exactly like that - who had no talent, no charisma, nothing to offer, no experience, no wisdom, no fun, no worth, no nothing. just flat zero. death. boredom. this film was a counterproductive throwback, a trap.
the stunted screenplay struggles in the same youth-hostel nowhere-land feeling of empty dialogs, interjections devoid of authentic feeling, lots of that gratuitous four-letter word, lost intentions and cheap plans. hopeless , unattractive people.
i missed Gabriel Garcia Bernal in this sham! he would have been right at home with his limited travel-book eternal foreigner's vocab of hello-nice-to-meet-you good intentions. but his caché is probably higher than this backyard production allowed for!