Celluloid dreams.
Bay Area filmmaker.
Classic. Still incredibly entertaining and despite nostalgia holds up really well. Fun Evil Dead-esque homage to b-horror with Billy Zane giving arguably one of the all-time greatest camp performances ever by stealing the show with every second he's on-screen. Compliments 2 the chef for this beauty; seeing it on Criterion for some reason puts a stupid grin on my face.
Stacked OST for a cliche-ridden stacked cast of alums to soon sweep the comedy scene in the proceeding decade. At times it came across as a parody and a blend of different confused styles, not sure whether it wanted to actually say something profound about teenage youth with a cast of 20-something-looking year olds playing teens, or be a stupid lil' comedy featuring Turk from Scrubs. The needle-drop moment of the cocky jock getting his from Jennifer Love Hewitt telling…
A flawed film suffocating from its own style and self-indulgence. It's a lot of style-over-substance with interesting ideas that dont add up to much other than shallow musings, unfortunately. Loses its focus at some points and almost aimless at others, but is so ambitious with incredibly well-crafted atmosphere and stunning visuals to inspire. Epitome of psychedelic.
The neon-soaked lights billowing against the backdrop of the lonely Hong Kong nights are the only modicum of warmth amongst its denizens; false beacons of hope in finding comfort and solace in their perpetual shuffle in the dark. Each respective character yearning for compassion and understanding, only to miss each other, and never realizing the moment is passing them or looking them right in the face.
All I needed was the love you gave
All I needed for another day
And all I ever knew, only you