If I tell you this is not a good movie you ought to--by instinct and by reason--ask "Well, what exactly IS a movie, anyway?" Is a movie a cinematic expression of the art of storytelling? Most people would say yes, yes it is. Or, is a movie an audio/visual spectacle whose primary purpose is to thrill, shock or terrorize its audience? Others would embrace this crude but satisfying description, perhaps those among us who are more entertained by more visceral, more primal, more base forms of stimulation. So, if your tastes run more towards the crude and primitive, the unrefined and irrational, the dumb and dopey, then you'll very likely get a kick out of this silly weird freak of a film. I know I did.
It's just plain insane. Don't ask me to explain or justify my, um, acceptance of this demented deranged devolved bit of theatrical nonsense, but there ya have it: It's one fuggin wacky wild ride. Maybe it's the offbeat, compelling, convincing performances by as-yet-still-relatively unknowns Renee Zellweger and Matt McConaughey? Or maybe it's the surprisingly well paced if awkward action that seems to be consciously gauged to wind us up with some disturbingly understated foreshadowing and then set us off with sudden outbursts of confusingly callous hysterics that struck me as genuinely bizarre and creepy.
It's not as if the threadbare, nearly non-existent narrative cares one way or another if we're invested in arriving at any sort of reasonable explanation for what we're witnessing. On the contrary, this nasty, naughty little scamp of a movie is obviously relishing its audience's inevitable bewilderment. I also got the feeling that the oddly obnoxious cinematic creation fully approves of my increasingly genuine amusement. This is a comedy?! Oh, well why didn't you tell me!!
I chuckled and snickered all the way through. Thank you very much, you weird, wacky, near-worthless movie experience.
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