Wow. I have never seen a more awful adaptation of a wonderful book. If Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. were dead, he'd be rolling in his grave. I don't think Alan Rudolph even read the book...MAYBE he read the "Cliff's Notes." Everything that Vonnegut made captivating in Breakfast of Champions was completely spat upon in this movie. That it used many of his sketches from the novel is the only real positive thing I can say. Bruce Willis was a surprisingly convincing Dwayne Hoover. Glenne Headly was well-cast as Francine Pefko. The rest of the cast selection could have been done just as well picking names out of a hat.
I understand the necessity of removing back story and minor sub-plots when adapting a novel to the big screen, but so much was lost here that I wouldn't have been able to follow the story had it not been for the fact that I've read the book so many times.
To the user who called this a drama, you are wrong. Vonnegut did not write dramas, he wrote dark comedies. There is a fine, yet crucial difference between the two. This movie failed on so many levels to achieve even a fraction of what Vonnegut said.
I understand the necessity of removing back story and minor sub-plots when adapting a novel to the big screen, but so much was lost here that I wouldn't have been able to follow the story had it not been for the fact that I've read the book so many times.
To the user who called this a drama, you are wrong. Vonnegut did not write dramas, he wrote dark comedies. There is a fine, yet crucial difference between the two. This movie failed on so many levels to achieve even a fraction of what Vonnegut said.