Product: The Million Dollar Hotel (2000)
Rating: 1.0
Pretentious Twaddle.
I thought Wim Wenders was incapable of making a bad film until I saw this. Apparently the idea was conceived by Bono of U2 (who should clearly stick to churning out pop songs). It started out well, with lots of the clever signature devices that come with a Wenders film, and had a promising cast, flagshipped by big names such as Mel Gibson and Tim Roth. However, it quickly went downhill, and before long it became apparent that whatever story lay behind the film had run its course in the first ten minutes. The remainder of the film revolved around the relationship between Tom Tom and Eloise, both of whom were clearly a couple of Lancasters short of a full squadron, and whose efforts to communicate lay in a series of grunts, twitches and slaps. No doubt this was meant to be endearing and heart-warming. In fact it was tedious and boring to the point where I wanted to bludgeon the pair of them to death with a lead pipe. I couldn't tell you how it ended, because I fell asleep long before that blessed moment came to pass. Wenders is a brilliant film-maker, but this is clearly the exception proving the rule