What is the point of this terrible movie? Allegedly, it has something to do with Orson Welles, but I see nothing of the master in this (I’m convinced he was taking the piss).
A wee knock-off Godardian thing, it has the pleasure of existing as the only Welles movie I have extinguished after 26 minutes. It felt like the makers behind Medium Cool (1969) had decided to ridicule their own aesthetic. It’s unwatchable, so carelessly shot and put together. Stick to Charlie Kane and Hank Quinlan.
Avoid this shite.
I have nothing else to say.
Wanderings and ... wonderings. 