It is the dialog what ruins this movie. In what way? There is too much of it. This motion picture strikes me as a mite to philosophical for its own good. From the very beginning the two characters are loquacious and each with plenty to say in a vocabulary no-one has heard spoken in real life ever by anybody and hardly by a desert hermit and an escaped ex-con whom we are supposed to believe has almost died in the Sonoran Desert. It must have been inspired by Franz Kafka: "If I have no sense of guilt, and I haven't, then maybe I didn't do what they accuse me of. Maybe I'm innocent" (12:20). Three more characters enter from stage left and the play continues with, not one but, two quoting a Harvard medical professor. ... Sorry, I heard enough of this in Metaphysics 101 every Monday and Thursday morning in the Aula Maxima. I'm outa here guys. Life calls.
Review of The Scarf
