A classic-of the worst of film making

It was on Netflix, so we figured what the hell. It started interesting enough, sort of open like foreign films often are until the substance kicks in. And we had some real actors, such as Jeraldine Chaplin, who took her role seriously.

As it continued, it was as if someone had decided to regurgitate the hundreds of scenes, some part of meaningful films, and simply run them together. The low rent, scary, whore house--with the one with a damaged but sensitive soul. And then there's the kid, who turned out to be the child of the above mentioned women. Never been out of Tijana, yet he spoke perfect Americaneze.

This film is so bad, it's almost good. There is a story here that I'd love to have told. With about a million or so better scripts making the rounds at any given moment, who engineered getting this film funded, produced and distributed. If there were an Academy award for achieving this, this film should be the first recipient.

Al Rodbell