yhf:

kolchak:

rafitorres:

insooutso:

Apology or not, I might need to see it based on the billboards alone.

I never saw the movie, but read about its troubled history when it came out in 2004. I must admit I’m still curious to see it one day. Roger Ebert’s review of the final product—the version shown in theaters—gives a pretty good account of what happened.

Oh, man. This is an AWFUL, hulking, empty, hollow, shell of a motion picture. The final scene (on the billboard), is used to try and bait people in. But good god is it not worth it.

Plus, I’m sure that the last five minutes are available online some place. If that’s an option, go that route. Because holy shit. Just take a look at the screenplay for this thing. Half of it is sequences of him driving around.

Are we talking about Vincent Gallo, or Nick? Either way, I’ll pass.

PLEASE nobody watch this movie. I suffered through it for my first Netflix Self-Torture Experiment, but there’s no reason you need to go through that as well. If you just want to see an oral sex scene, there are a million places on the internet you can go that won’t force you to sit through a dozen tedious driving scenes first. [Note: If you click on my review link, it does contain spoilers.]