This review reportedly contains spoilers. I can handle the truth.
This film is like cancer: you don't know what you're in for until you're too far along to do anything about it.
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All of the wannabe-artsy stuff really digs this film into the ground for me; there is so much wasted potential, but I know I'm in the minority for thinking that this is not the artsy film it's trying so hard to be—the homophobia angle is so Hollywood—Kevin Spacey's character makes the classic film-turn right when…
This reminds me of the very-seriously over-dramatized bio-pics they would play during my classes in high school when the teacher was too hungover to actually teach class; regardless, this is a lot better than most off them, but that creeping feeling was always in the back of my head while I watched this.