“Just look like we are a married couple, spanning time!”
-Billy Brown (Vincent Gallo)

Buffalo ’66 is the feature debut from Vincent Gallo, who also writes and stars as the lead. I feel I must first admit; I didn’t actually want to like this film. I had heard much about Gallo prior to seeing this (and not all sung his praises.), particularly that he is rather egotistic and self-absorbed, and that he complained about having to do all the work for Christina Ricci (Whom delivers perhaps the best performance of her career here.). As such, I concede that I didn’t exactly go into this with very high hopes. Against all odds, however, this film exceeded my expectations. Despite my predisposition,…

Holy shit...this film was made by the same guy who wrote in the scene in that one flick where he got Chloe Sevigny to suck his dick?
Now I REALLY wanna make movies!

Ok, first things fucking last....the shots. This film already surprised the hell out of me because of how good it was, but the camera shots...fucking amazing man. I know I sound like a cinema snob talking about shots, but you haven't seen this shots cause....holy shit. POV shots, freeze frames....fucking beautiful. On to shit you actually care about...the story. Big surprise. Not only did I somehow like Vincent Gallo, but I sympathised with his character. Christina Ricci was a great character too. That tap dancing scene...is it…

Dear Vincent Gallo,

I really wanted to hate your film Buffalo '66. I saw The Brown Bunny and wanted to personally hunt you down and slap you across the face for that horrible piece of shit you made me sit through. However, I have to admit you are a talented filmmaker and Buffalo '66 is pretty great.

I hated Cristina Ricci's performance, but that won't come as a surprise to you since you seem to hate it as well. Angelica Houston as your mother was one of the weirdest and most memorable characters I've ever seen. The cinematography is perfect and the world you created felt lived in and believable. Your performance is bewildering and haunting, even though you seem…

91/100

Like Zonca's Julia, an improbable triumph in a "genre" I normally despise—here, the sensitive man-child who's saved/redeemed by the unconditional love of a fantasy babe. Both films push their noxious idea to an extreme that's at once comical and disturbing, demanding empathy for a nearly irredeemable protagonist; Gallo opens with a photo of Billy at age seven ("with his dog Bingo"), then proceeds to play the role as if still trapped at that age, with all of a child's destructive narcissism and no cuteness whatsoever. Ultimately, it's Ricci's miraculous performance that makes it work, beginning with the almost preternatural stillness of her extended close-up in the car, as she simply listens to Billy's insane request without making the slightest…