Forget Ricci, lets talk about Gallo It was a big year for Christina Ricci, unfortunately I didn't get to see any of her raved performances until they hit video this January. While I was relatively impressed... what got me more was a performance by a Vincent Gallo in a little film I didn't know anything about, called Buffalo '66. Gallo, wrote, starred in, directed and composed the music for this dysfunctional love story, or lack of love story rather. Gallo's performance is staggeringly good. His direction and pacing is even better. Not many directors can direct themselves this well. It only seems to work when the actor/director is also the writer. Gallo creates a world so realistic, full of pain and uncertainties, we get hooked. At first we laugh at his bickering sick family. We watch as his mother and father ignore his presence at the dinner table, the tension from their scene carries out of the VCR and into your living room. We stop laughing, and we begin to read the hurt on this man. He's got nothing. His entire life is nothing. We want him to put that gun down so badly, to start over with Layla, to try and rebuild his life. And because we get so attached to this character, it's why we love this film so much. I for one will be the first in line to see Gallo's next cinematic opus. I hope to see some of you there as well.