this movie is 1/4 '21 grams', 1/2 'inland empire', 1/3 'two moon junction', and another 81% of 'pump up the volume'!!! a semi-truck armed to the teeth with machine-gun toting babes barrels through LA while a beatnik, pirate radio DJ (who's blind!!!) spins yarns about, in no particular order, a soft-core actor squeezing lotion over some boobs, a 'beautiful Asian man' engaging in the most poorly choreographed knife-fight i've ever seen, and the time a man was accosted in a public restroom by some girls who wanted nothing more than to shave his bare ass oh so sensually. oh, and there's a yodeling interlude. i swear to god i'm not making this up.
i've seen this movie twice now, and i'm still not sure if it's the worst movie i've ever seen or the greatest artistic statement of the 21st century. flash-forwards, flashbacks, intertwining monologues... you keep waiting for it to somehow add up, but it never does! is this the result of poor screen writing or a tacit statement about the phantasm of consciousness in a post-modern, technologically driven world? hell if i know! boobies!
i've seen this movie twice now, and i'm still not sure if it's the worst movie i've ever seen or the greatest artistic statement of the 21st century. flash-forwards, flashbacks, intertwining monologues... you keep waiting for it to somehow add up, but it never does! is this the result of poor screen writing or a tacit statement about the phantasm of consciousness in a post-modern, technologically driven world? hell if i know! boobies!