This movie was a self serving, self indulgent pretentious waste of a movie. The religious zealots who show up and have an awkward conversation with one of the house members was supposed to get us to care about the movie and the setting because it was supposed to feel real. It felt terribly acted and horribly written. The yellow pages guy, we are led to believe, is there (and by there I mean, of course, in the movie) to give the movie a sense of realism as well.
Its almost like this movie was written for stoned teenagers who don't know any better, and Van Zant expects the "whoa man this is awesome. This is really what it must have been like for Kurt, what a drag, all he wants to do is chill and get wasted, alone, and heres this yellow pages dude totally harshing his buzz" dialogue from his movie audience.
For anyone who does not think this is an overly pretentious, self absorbent piece of junk. I offer this, try to remember the characters names, then pay attention to the credits at the end of the film.
Real? More like real bad.
Its almost like this movie was written for stoned teenagers who don't know any better, and Van Zant expects the "whoa man this is awesome. This is really what it must have been like for Kurt, what a drag, all he wants to do is chill and get wasted, alone, and heres this yellow pages dude totally harshing his buzz" dialogue from his movie audience.
For anyone who does not think this is an overly pretentious, self absorbent piece of junk. I offer this, try to remember the characters names, then pay attention to the credits at the end of the film.
Real? More like real bad.