What an awful, awful film.
I saw a few years back, drawn by Goldie and Bowie, whose music I enjoy, the last time I've made that mistake.
Bowie and Goldie, limited as actors but effective in the proper roles, did fine here, but rather than get a film which assigns them one note characters in order to better focus the viewer on the fact that the director is edgy, the writer is subtle, and the main actor has a great body, is a great dancer, and rivals Deniro in talent. All three are Andrew Goth, and all three sucked out loud, especially in scenes so irrelevant to the plot and narcissistic that they are painful to watch. For instance...
Did you know the main character, Ray, played by Goth is an honorable thug, but also a greater dancer? Does he pursue a dancing career in the film or is the dancing otherwise relevant to the plot? You ask.
No, but it's crucial that we have a long scene about him being a great dancer, just like we need a long scene to see that he can do a lot of pull ups, in order to understand that Nietzsche's Ubermensch walks the earth and is named Andrew Goth, I mean Ray.
Oh yes, and the movie is about a couple friends released from prison, one determined to go straight and one who is a psycho. Comic mayhem ensues.
The movie was memorably bad, which is an accomplishment I suppose, in an "Ed Wood" sort of way, since I've already forgotten so many mediocre films, but "Busted" aka "Everybody Loves Sunshine" has stuck with me, and even now recalling it, I have to shake the bad off my skin like so many wet slugs. Yuck!
I saw a few years back, drawn by Goldie and Bowie, whose music I enjoy, the last time I've made that mistake.
Bowie and Goldie, limited as actors but effective in the proper roles, did fine here, but rather than get a film which assigns them one note characters in order to better focus the viewer on the fact that the director is edgy, the writer is subtle, and the main actor has a great body, is a great dancer, and rivals Deniro in talent. All three are Andrew Goth, and all three sucked out loud, especially in scenes so irrelevant to the plot and narcissistic that they are painful to watch. For instance...
Did you know the main character, Ray, played by Goth is an honorable thug, but also a greater dancer? Does he pursue a dancing career in the film or is the dancing otherwise relevant to the plot? You ask.
No, but it's crucial that we have a long scene about him being a great dancer, just like we need a long scene to see that he can do a lot of pull ups, in order to understand that Nietzsche's Ubermensch walks the earth and is named Andrew Goth, I mean Ray.
Oh yes, and the movie is about a couple friends released from prison, one determined to go straight and one who is a psycho. Comic mayhem ensues.
The movie was memorably bad, which is an accomplishment I suppose, in an "Ed Wood" sort of way, since I've already forgotten so many mediocre films, but "Busted" aka "Everybody Loves Sunshine" has stuck with me, and even now recalling it, I have to shake the bad off my skin like so many wet slugs. Yuck!