All Day I Dream About Weng Weng
Unsure of its destination, this is a very along for the ride type story. It kicks its way down the street with minor highs & lows, but was amplified by a couple of compelling characters. Stacy Keach is good, Susan Tyrell is great. The two of them together was dynamite.
As much as I loved watching them, the movie as a whole felt like a less exciting Barfly.
Douche-chills: The Motion Picture.
It's as if some food court druid wrote a script between his shifts at Hot Topic and jerking off to Columbine footage.
That said, I had a lot of fun watching this. I'm going to watch it again soon and probably once a month or so for the rest of my life.
An absolute dream of a movie. A dog wears funny wigs, lingerie, a helmet while catching a lift to the beach on the back of a motorcycle. Makes loving eyes at Vincent Price while a Wayne/Cassandra style Dreamweaver-esque fantasy plays out in the dogs head. Don't blink or you'll miss Darrin McGavin. Mooch navigates the mean streets of Hollywood while Zsa Zsa offers tips on how to keep it classy ("No nudes is good news"). Transcendent, from start to finish.