Utterly Commercial Dreck

This is a painful piece of film to stumble upon. Initially, I thought I
was watching a Nissan ad, until the ill-fated concept floated to the
surface (no pun intended). I have to wonder whose money went into this
abortion, as it lacks any sort of distinct flavor or style. It
seriously looks and feels like a television ad. There's absolutely no
trace amount of either heart or soul within the production. The
director of this film is the obvious byproduct of a generation caught
in an avalanche of droll commercialism and an industry that frowns on
any demonstration of personal style on the part of any sort of artist.
In fact, the concept of film as an art form is dead. With that said,
it's fairly obvious that this is, tragically, a director conforming to
industry standards.

On a conceptual level, this film is a complete embarrassment. Imagine
if mongoloidism were communicable, and you were pummeled in the
forehead with retard erections... remove the element of titillation,
and you can peg this watching experience as absolutely mind numbing. In
one eye, out the other, as they say.

Also, I think the majority of these votes and comments have got to be
contrived by the director on several fake accounts in effort to wax his
own ailing ego and somehow validate his effort. I'm alarmed this got
into so many festivals. In fact, I am going into production on a short
film this December that is largely inspired by this film. I will return
to post links to my short by February of 2008.

For the director, a word of advice: learn to adapt to your material.
Nothing flows or matches here. This is the cinematic equivalent of
wearing a cocktail gown with a pair of jeans underneath. Knowing my
luck, that's a trend that will catch on.

Your light-hearted friend,
M. Dropout