It's a joke. It has to be a joke. Nothing in this "movie" qualifies it to be a serious attempt at film making. The directing is so inept, half the time characters aren't doing anything until after the camera has rolled for a couple of seconds. The acting is as unemotional in some places as a wall of cinder block. The "special" effects include stage hands throwing viles of chemicals onto the floor, or skin peeling off someone on a motorcycle going 35 mph down the road. The story is lamer than a horse missing two legs. There is nothing to save this movie other than a few desperate attempts at decent camera work, but those are so few and far in between, it's not even worth mentioning.
The movie wasn't a test to watch, but it certainly wasn't what I call enjoyable. Watch at your own risk.
Scott's judgment: "Stop - making this movie. In the name of love, stop."
The movie wasn't a test to watch, but it certainly wasn't what I call enjoyable. Watch at your own risk.
Scott's judgment: "Stop - making this movie. In the name of love, stop."