Product: The Million Dollar Hotel (2000)
Rating: 1.0
cliché captured on celluloid
I'm sure the intent was to blow minds with indescribable brilliance, but sadly the outcome only raised the bar on cheez-ball arty pretension to new heights. MDH is one of the most contrived films ever.Let me give you an example. One of the loonies who inhabit the so-called Million Dollar Hotel is a "wounded soul" called Eloise. She also happens to be the resident prostitute and muse(i guess). At one point she says, "I'm not real, i'm fictional." At this point, I want to kick Eloise in the head. Oh....uh, the gushing blood and that throbbing pain in your head aren't real.....they're fictional. It'll be o.k.....just click your ruby red shoes together 3 times.In all seriousness, this movie is about as deep as the Taco bell dog's pee puddle. It is a by-product of heroin chic silliness. It is oddball for the sake of beingoddball. It is a little too clever for it's own good(not that clever is bad, but I believe there is a point when it can come across as being forced, not to mention annoying). It is a big fat goose egg.Basically, this film just tried too hard to be profound, and it just wasn't [period] It has the poetic stylings of some pasty-faced Goth kid living in a suburb filled with palm-trees, golf courses, and subscriptions to Vogue. word up.