Why don't you get a camera, write a script, raise some money, hire some actors, scout some locations, shoot a movie, edit the movie, and then pay the fees to enter it into a dozen film festivals and see how you do.
"Eek! Cisco! Cisco! Come to me please!"--that's the point I stopped watching for the like fifth time. That's not dialogue. That's what a trailer park loner's wet dream is of a fantasy art house chick.
I liked Willem Dafoe...but this was awkward and pretentious and made me really uncomfortable it was so bad. His performance was good--but nothing happened. Shot's of a hallway tile? C'mon.
I could take everyone who disliked this movie and randomly divide them into groups of writers, sound, scouts, scripts and produce a better movie. The cinematography and weird camera shots and angles would earn the filmmaker an F in Grade 5 film class.
I am a leaf on the wind - watch how I soar.
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