M. Night Shama-lama-ding-dong

Rating: 2/10 (17 November 2002)

Apart from the highly polished production values, which come
purely from money, this is nothing but film school artsy-shmartsy
pedantry. Shama-lama-ding-dong wants us to swallow that comic
book artists are either the most deeply insightful people in this
world, or they're somehow in league with the other world? He
wants us to worship his ego-tripping, but jarringly out of place
cameo? He expects us to accept a final-scene plot twist that ends
the movie abruptly and resolves nothing?
I really wanted to see this movie, despite the bad reviews. About
half way through I thought it was intriguing. But then it just tailed off
into murky oblivion and ended on a sour, and frankly unbelievable,
note. The credit roll caught me completely by surprise! "WHAT?
THAT'S IT?"
Tell me, how do you start a mud slide?