Almost sickeningly lived-in, it's interesting for the way its aimlessness seems pointed, a hobo decadence that evaporates as the similarly unambitious ending arrives. What's most impressive is Lowenstein's direction - a squat seemingly constructed around an omniscient camera. Hutchence seems like he wandered off the set of Mad Max, both titular dog and space. What's with our obsession with Laika?? v v v
"Wait a second, I recognise that guy! I'm sure he was in a band, but what were they called? Didn't he kill himself or something? I think he may have, but I could be mistaken. What is that band called god dammit! I even remember their bloody song; the one that goes da da da dadadadadadadada! Ah shit, it's not going to come to me" The film was alright too.