
Duncan and Scheimberg with no money, no time, no script, and with one barely working camera, have tried to create a poetic look at loneliness in America. And by poetic I mean desperate, sad, cruel, and funny and by loneliness, I mean total self-absorption and rampant solipsism, and by America, I mean, everywhere. People will, more than likely, not relate to this film. They will feel infinitely superior to the trashy losers, mama’s boys, and genuinely evil mind-fuckers that populate this film. So… that’s something. It’s a start… Right?
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