Utter pretentious shit. When John Cassavettes did his experiments with high intensity “realistic” film acting he made sure to a) give the actors intriguing characters and b) create a compelling scenario. Talentless douche bag Dito Montiel figures if he crams fifteen F words in per scene, he’s nailed authenticity. But where’s the story???! When there aren’t enough F words, he can fall back on Chazz Palmintery shrugging his shoulders in his wife beater and looking “outer borough.” There are a few neat visual moments in this picture – but no more than your average car commerical. And those are a lot more honest.
I hate this movie so much it makes my skin hurt. Were it not for the fun of seeing shots of the neighborhood, there’s no way I would have made it as far as I did.
