The immediate difficulty with this film (and perhaps it might be my television), is the lack of 'redness' in the protagonists' red hair. Lacking that singular feature upon which much of the angst is based, the movie is flatter than last Tuesday's Ginger Ale.
It's a nice ride at times, but the absolute lack of cohesion, rather than contributing to an anarchic or devilish tone, merely spreads itself like melting butter: not attractively, pointless and ultimately unpalatable. Basically, I was left with the Cosmic Question: "Who cares?" So much appeared forced. The most awkwardly obvious 'artistic' endeavour was the injection of bouncing, female breasts. Perhaps shocking or titillating, but cleverly balanced by sticking a fat, little, VERY young outsider of a female to watch the proceedings. She appeared as bored and uninterested as the audience probably was.
A solid, imperial miss. Of the target. It can be enigmatic when the audience is teased with an element of "What the hell is really going on?" but when the Director doesn't seem to know, it's simply fatal.
2/10
It's a nice ride at times, but the absolute lack of cohesion, rather than contributing to an anarchic or devilish tone, merely spreads itself like melting butter: not attractively, pointless and ultimately unpalatable. Basically, I was left with the Cosmic Question: "Who cares?" So much appeared forced. The most awkwardly obvious 'artistic' endeavour was the injection of bouncing, female breasts. Perhaps shocking or titillating, but cleverly balanced by sticking a fat, little, VERY young outsider of a female to watch the proceedings. She appeared as bored and uninterested as the audience probably was.
A solid, imperial miss. Of the target. It can be enigmatic when the audience is teased with an element of "What the hell is really going on?" but when the Director doesn't seem to know, it's simply fatal.
2/10