"That's some real fancy driving."
There's no mistaking this for anything other than a David Byrne film. Anthropological in it's look at modern cultural trends, but Bryne was never one to sit still so instead of simple docu/mockumentary he infuses it with random blasts of surreal wackiness that makes the whole experience genuinely unpredictable. To quote David Byrne "Know what I mean? Or do you???"
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What's crazy about this is how un-Coen this feels while still remaining totally inside their wheelhouse. The dialogue is lean and efficient, but lacks the snap and pizzazz of their later films; it actually rather flat, but works just fine. But most striking is the look; DP Barry Sonnenfeld gives this the look of a slasher or some other 80's horror movie; it's closer in look to early Carpenter than to their later Deakins collaborations (there's even a bit of…
What I Wanted: A loose, but faithful and well meaning adaptation of the Ray Bradbury short story of the same name.
What I Got: Shit on.
I just can't help but feel that a movie about heroin-shooting lesbian nuns providing refuge to a showgirl on the run from the mob should've been more entertaining.
