New Orleans, cinema, 11th Ward, strange texts, obscenities, and the entire human comedy thing.
My grievances against LOCKE:
- Tom Hardy's accent
- Visually uninteresting (superimposing images of traffic over Mr. Hardy is lazy filmmaking)
- Ivan Locke's strange affirmations to himself that he's going to fix everything.
- That it seems like an overlong BMW commercial that's not directed by John Woo and doesn't feature Gary Oldman as the Devil
- All of the fucking details about concrete.