In the middle of this movie, I turned to a friend of mine and asked her how long this god-forsaken thing was. I was shocked when she told me 80 minutes because I thought we had passed the 2 hour mark long before then.
The entire movie is the exact same scene done over and over. Miles stares out into space. He does it again. And again. How about a few more scenes of depressed staring in case people were sleeping through the last 10? It would have been a lot quicker for the directors to ram a psychiatry book down my throat.
Unfortunately, since the beginning, middle, and end of the script are all on the same sheet of paper, the audience is left guessing at what exactly Miles' problem is (and no, it's not just because of his dead friend- Miles stared out into space from the beginning). Every now and then we a get a break from his depression stares as he writes bad prose on his crappy typewriter.
I don't know what else to say. Writing a review for this movie has been like trying to describe the smell of carbon monoxide- there's nothing to describe because your senses can't detect anything, but it's still toxic.
The entire movie is the exact same scene done over and over. Miles stares out into space. He does it again. And again. How about a few more scenes of depressed staring in case people were sleeping through the last 10? It would have been a lot quicker for the directors to ram a psychiatry book down my throat.
Unfortunately, since the beginning, middle, and end of the script are all on the same sheet of paper, the audience is left guessing at what exactly Miles' problem is (and no, it's not just because of his dead friend- Miles stared out into space from the beginning). Every now and then we a get a break from his depression stares as he writes bad prose on his crappy typewriter.
I don't know what else to say. Writing a review for this movie has been like trying to describe the smell of carbon monoxide- there's nothing to describe because your senses can't detect anything, but it's still toxic.