Wanderings and … wonderings.

It’s a pre-internet age and characters are using payphones to make sales calls.

Maybe it’s a metaphor for the ol’ ‘American Dream’ and its fallacies. But it’s mainly just a quote-fest with depressed, desperate lads crumbling. Memorable dialogue is heavy, exchanges that keep you engrossed. It doesn’t matter that the directorial style is a non-thing as it’s the filming of a play.

Impressive.

Intriguing premise slides into tedium. The posters are good and the images make decent copy, but it’s not much of a film.

It gets lost in its own ‘quirkiness’, as tiresome as its protagonist must be to his teachers, and I was bored shitless for the last 45 minutes. It relies on its soundtrack to the detriment of anything approaching character development, the repetition of the scenes a right nuisance. It’s a short movie at the most.

Brian Cox is in it and it briefly livens up the show when he is on-screen. But he doesn’t stop it from being pish. I liked this once but clearly there was something wrong with me.

I was blind but now I can see.

Profound statement: 

I have just been informed that the actor Miguel Ferrer was not only George Clooney’s cousin but the son of the impeccably svelte José Ferrer, whom many of you will know as the Turkish Bey from Lawrence of Arabia (1962).

Every day is a school day and all that. 

And Miguel was a top presence, a villainous aura fit for any drama, though he was also in a lot of dirge.