I’ve never heard such vocal unanimity from the Morris people as we left after it was over.
“Worst movie I’ve ever seen,” said one attendee.
“I would have walked out halfway through if you weren’t watching it,” said another.
“What the hell did I just see,” someone chimed in.
I loved it!
It’s all deadpan humor and cynicism, mocking the genre and subverting expectations, with a plot that meanders meaninglessly, occasionally puncturing the fourth wall and letting the actors go full-on weird. The only resolution for anyone is ultimately being eaten. It’s a bitter commentary on capitalism, America, human shortsightedness, environmentalism, and the inevitable futility of battling stupidity. It’s my kind of movie.
But then, I’m a Jarmusch fan, which puts me in a minority already — Ghost Dog: The Way of the Samurai and Dead Man are two of my favorite films.
P.S. See? I don’t hate every movie I see at the theater.
P.P.S. I knew the Scots are all aliens.