(07/03) For River is written in the initial credits of the film. Although River is only an extra, the actors are mainly friends of his, including his sister and I couldn't stop finding some common points with My Own Private Idaho. I believe if River was alive, he and Van Sant would be a duo as Burton and Deep are.
Although it is considerably more concise than the novel, the film cannot overcome its dated source material. Rain Phoenix performance is laughably bad, the other actors do not fare much better when they spout Robbins' pseudo philosophical hippie nonsense. The last twenty minutes are absolutely interminable, this film could have done well with throwing out everything about the novel and starting from scratch.
"Who needs a man when you already have a built in penis on each hand" She probably has much more fun with her idiotic looking dick-thumbs than viewers have watching this idiotic excuse for a film. Even Audiences Get the Blues, but fortunately we can walk the hell out if they get too intolerable. 0 stars.
Unfortunately, this movie is painfully bad. There are some entertaining bits, and some cool stylistic flourishes at the hands of Gus Van Sant, but the movie crumbles under its own faint, inconsistent plot-line. The film never finds a rhythm, and carries with it a distracting aura of opportunity squandered.