I guess like Jessica Lynch, Kirsten Sheridan figured she could ride daddy's coat tails to the status of instant-auteur. Well...not in my book. I'd be shocked if this massive dud gets any attention whatsoever, aside from the usual "we love anything that sucks" crowd of nose-in-the-air art-house frequenting naval-gazing clods, who wouldn't know quality cinema if it bit them on the arse. Runt and Pig. Pig and Runt. I love you Pig. Happy birthday Runt. Good God.
The actors themselves do what they can with the crappy material, and are both fairly talented. But even GREATt actors couldn't come close to saving this terribly dull (and amateurishly lensed) bore-o-rama from it's current status...a film that gets rented maybe once a year from the maybe 10 video stores that actually have it, and only because the title itself would lead one to believe this film would have something going for it...like a small amount of humor amidst the meandering, pretentious, and boring goings on. No such luck. Do yourself a favor and skip it.
The actors themselves do what they can with the crappy material, and are both fairly talented. But even GREATt actors couldn't come close to saving this terribly dull (and amateurishly lensed) bore-o-rama from it's current status...a film that gets rented maybe once a year from the maybe 10 video stores that actually have it, and only because the title itself would lead one to believe this film would have something going for it...like a small amount of humor amidst the meandering, pretentious, and boring goings on. No such luck. Do yourself a favor and skip it.