This feels like a film by someone trying to imitate Robert Altman and failing spectacularly. This was a struggle to finish and had to turn the sound down whenever one of those horrible songs played. It was ear bleeding drek that I was not sure was intended to be a parody of this "style" of music that stank up music world or if it was supposed to be good. I hated every single character, except for Sissy Spacek who is always a charming presence. She drifts in out of this "story". About midway through I just gave up. These were hopelessly boring and vapid people who were never interesting enough to carry a film. I am familiar with Alan Rudolph's films and found them vastly better than this one. Apart from a briefly topless Sissy Spacek it is a wholly forgettable film. Three stars is a generous rating. It is a film of its time and now looks pretentious and to enamoured with it's quirky nature.
Review of Welcome to L.A.
