AniInterview Sorry, this movie sucks

Stometer Save your money for something good and enjoyable

Smartorhypo Highly Overrated But Still Good

BoardChiri Bad Acting and worse Bad Screenplay

Ajinkya Kolhe The movie starts with a loooong shot of motorcross racing which gives an illusion of an alt art movie in the making. But that illusion soon fades. The first forty five minutes of the movie has about seven dialogues in total, ordinary background track in between and three unemotional and not even sexy kisses by the director Vincent Gallo who not surprisingly also plays the lead in the movie. The movie is painful to watch and makes you wonder about life in a way, you don't know how you decided to see it in the first place. Who exactly paid for it and why. Was it the tyre company, American tourism, the car glass company or the roads? And if so, why? And what the heck is the obsession in shooting from behind a dirty car window glass? And not to mention you also see roads at night under headlight. Not to mention, you see Vincent Gallo sitting in five different places trying to convey some deep meaning which was beyond my comprehension. Oh did I mention, you also see Vincent Gallo taking bath and watch his blurry nipples from close quarters. One more thing which you cannot miss, Vincent Gallo's hair. Half the time, they obstruct the view of the camera. After about fifty minutes, you start missing what a human voice sounds like. Overall, it looks like an hour and half bad advertisement of Vincent Gallo. Ya I get it, the guy is lonely. But seriously there are a million other ways that were far more tolerable. The movie does not make you empathize, it makes you sad. About yourself. There is no good editing, no screenplay, no story, dialogues music or even actors. Do not waste your time. Did I mention there is Vincent Gallo in the movie? Here's my suggestion, skip the first hour and watch just the remaining 25 minutes of the movie.

zanaguedroit Motorcycle racer's road leads to women that do not match his spiritual context. The women try to escape their own vanity; disarmed of answers about their nature, they meet in poignancy, verbal absence and part in dismay.If the very first version of the movie lasted forever, it would be about right. A total presence of Bud Clay in his self journey with the all-pervading sense of death has no equals. Vincent Gallo the actor alienates in the women's land, scattered as a flowers' field, he isolates as a driver of the eternal conflict - to be loved, to love. This conflict is so real and near, that those who are not touched, can only be diverted to the entertaining plots, let's suggest, Fun in Acapulco (1963).The events and memories unfolds in an unusual pattern of time, taking the film out of a framed composition. Bud Clay's needs are visible, yet unpredictable; no clear answer can be found to explain the reason. The spectator understands the cause of his feelings towards the end of the movie, when Clay's shard of glass is broken in the scene with Daisy.Vincent Gallo the director appears as an engineer of the film's unique emotional DNA, as an architect of an intricate interior of our psyche and conscience, as well as an anti material painter of America's landscape. In the light-years V.Gallo has been measured as a goldsmith of interesting filming. Being a little less blind, the spectator is presented with a possibility to undergo a nowadays rare, unsimulated film luxury, serving saturated visual and auditory imagery. Imagery reluctant to leave You a good while, after the journey has reached a no destination.People that find watching their toe nails grow more interesting, can find their jealousy satisfied and be deprived of seeing later Vincent Gallo film, for the director's boat is too gracious to moor at their unsound shores.

steven-carinci-43-608097 How many films can Vinny make about male menopause? Lower testosterone,receding gums... Getting old sucks but the Dago Woody Allen will have a difficult time re-inventing himself next time: "The Prostate Affair (Always Gotta Go)" written and directed by Vincent Gallo.Plus how did he get away with a real porn scene? Wouldn't that make the movie X-rated? Seriously, this guy is Woody Allen born Italian Catholic. Like Camille Paglia and Anna DiFranco, still unwashed wops from the provinces of upstate NY. Christ, am I glad I was born and braised in NYC.Have cousins in Middletown...I don't know, out-of-towners are destroying NYC.

Sergiy Gagarin Finally I watched the movie I've became acquainted with by its soundtrack a while ago. Vincent Gallo's movie and he is also the director of the photography. Slow paced, beautiful pathetic (yes I mean what I wrote) shots, undemanding cut (so you can smoke and watch you thoughts below the screen without fear of loosing anything important), soundtrack comes in an unobtrusive almost mellow way, that explicitly truthful blow-job scene at the end and overtly complex traumatic neurotic-schizoid relationship I can relate.If I ever met Gallo in person I frankly don't know if I find anything to tell him. And yes I like the movie very much.