This is one messed up movie.
It starts off normal enough - boy and girl, best friends as children, are torn apart when her mother takes her away to have her singing career managed.
Years later, she is a huge star and he's still a shlub working at a framing shop in his small town. He longs for her. She has some mental issues. A number of different ways, interesting ways, this thing could have gone.
But no.
Instead, it turns into a pseudo-existential ham-handedly symbolic art film with a few disturbing and embarrassingly film school moments. Neither character really touches you because they just don't seem real -- she's too screwed up to understand and he seems scared by everything.
If there was a message somewhere in here, it's lost on me.
It starts off normal enough - boy and girl, best friends as children, are torn apart when her mother takes her away to have her singing career managed.
Years later, she is a huge star and he's still a shlub working at a framing shop in his small town. He longs for her. She has some mental issues. A number of different ways, interesting ways, this thing could have gone.
But no.
Instead, it turns into a pseudo-existential ham-handedly symbolic art film with a few disturbing and embarrassingly film school moments. Neither character really touches you because they just don't seem real -- she's too screwed up to understand and he seems scared by everything.
If there was a message somewhere in here, it's lost on me.
