"I want a room." The worst thing you could say to this sleazy road side motel owner. Harvey Keitel is an equal opportunity hater, but can't help but get his jollys filming his guests with video cameras and reel to reel tapes. The fact that some of them turn out to be vicious criminal killers won't matter if he isn't caught. Great plotline, right? Sad to say that outside of some organized crime shootouts that nothing else happens.
The shot of Keitel lying on a bed in tank top and tight black underwear isn't one of his most dignified moments on screen, but it's less dignified for abused girlfriend Lolita Davidovich who had earlier been verbally attacked by him for being meaningless to her. Keitel is a great character actor who has played some terrific avant garde men, but he's just not doing much with this part. Unfortunately that doesn't build to much when he uses a tape of mob hit plans for his advantage. Truly an unpleasant movie with no point.
The shot of Keitel lying on a bed in tank top and tight black underwear isn't one of his most dignified moments on screen, but it's less dignified for abused girlfriend Lolita Davidovich who had earlier been verbally attacked by him for being meaningless to her. Keitel is a great character actor who has played some terrific avant garde men, but he's just not doing much with this part. Unfortunately that doesn't build to much when he uses a tape of mob hit plans for his advantage. Truly an unpleasant movie with no point.