Et ubehagelig bilde av “yuppie”-verdenen i New York, der ni framgangsrike mennesker fra Manhattan mottar kjedebrev. Valgene de tar om å sende brevet videre eller om å bryte kjeden, fører til romanse, tilfredshet – og død.
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We don't usually see a filmmaker act completely as a poet he is a director first their poetry is said in gestures, moments and images over a vocation, closer to the painter than the author but with Rappaport his scenes pick up in verses and films a stride, you can see the poet in his poetry. Through some hit or miss acting and his style of writing and narrative is an image that is artistically grounded.
Pretty awful early film from director Mark Rappaport that has no ear for dialogue or the ability to create realistic characters, Interesting though that Rappaport would go on to direct two of the most interesting experimental films of the nineties namely 'Rock Hudson's Home Movies' and 'From the Journals of Jean Seberg'.
It would be inevitable that Rappaport's options brought him to this state of fictional relapse, lost that were his initial premises: figurative and thematic freedom, the idiosyncrasies that so well demarcated him. We only stay with a pale demonstration of a "want-to-do" narrative, who loses a lot when compared to John Sayles, after all the independent filmmaker who best knew how to do it without losing his "voice".
Intriguing, mysterious with a slight surreal touch, which makes it "not for everyone". I'm glad I gave it a chance. It's a dreamy trip with some interesting characters and a unique mood. I saw people compare it to "Out 1" - yes, there's definitely something to it, but I'd say this is a bit weaker, especially when comes to acting, which is hit and miss, and overall it doesn't match the ethereal poetry of the former.
(1/2 star) Amateurish acting, just awful.
Extremely horrible and low production design.
Terribly written dialogue.
Sound is bad as well.
It's just a trainwreck of a film.
Like a really, really bad student film trying to disguise itself as something meaningful.
Presumably lesser budget vignettes of NYC folks in the 1980s - chain letters link stories although not everyone knows it. The lack of famous actors & fancy camera work made this more relatable. The ending was punchy & ahead of its time in criticizing the era for its apathy towards the less fortunate & its narcissism, prejudice, & misogyny. Everyone's fucking but there's not much love. Precursor to Altman's SHORT CUTS