King Hipster. Godless Man-Child. Chemical Wizard. Hippie Kryptonite. Wiggerslam Bro. Agent of Satan.
People walk into rooms and start talking, people have cocktails and talk, people smoke and talk, people stage kiss and talk, people pull guns on each other and talk, and even flashbacks of people talking. The best part is when it ends (with two dudes talking of course).
Nothing particularly provocative, exceptional or innovative about this turd, just incredibly dull, visually bland WWII-slop.
A favorite amongst your senile grandparents/boomer parents, and college students who haven’t actually seen it, but read about it in a book.
Oh, and that song SUCKS!
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