A very odd film that I’m perhaps giving an inflated grade. I must say that I was taken with its originality, although the pacing and flow is more like an old novel than a modern film. John Savage basically reprises his role from “The Deer Hunter” (this film, too, is set in industrial Pennsylvania) and we spend two hours focused on his dick. The more in love he is with his wife, the striking Nastassja Kinski, the more he is unable to perform as a man. Somehow a slaughterhouse with Bud Cort and Keith Carradine and a guitar get into the mix. Unique, un-boring, but kinda annoying. Ann didn’t like it at all.