David Packer seemed to keep very busy as an actor in 1989 and 1990, and usually played the likable, but sometimes unsure protagonist of light comedy (see The Runnin' Kind) or romantic comedy (see You Can't Hurry Love) and it was this character that I once again expected to see here in what turned out to be an incredibly dull satire on commercial art. This black comedy with a very thin story and scattered focus might've fared much better had it been straight comedy or absurdist comedy as at least we would expect from a story of the unsuspecting artist and the art dealer plotting his demise. In fact, it would be John Water's "Pecker" to come along years later which makes the same point more amusingly, if not more effectively (although the point of commercialism and art is really straightforward). Instead, what results from the insertion of far too much seriousness, if not strange demeanor of Adam Ant (as the art dealer James Callendar who needs to absolve his debts on the infamy of an upcoming artist who's career prematurely ends on his death), and perhaps the best way to characterize this is, to borrow from the proceeding viewer's comments: sluggish.
