A conceptual artist whose silly and meaningless work puts her on magazine covers and allows her to afford a large Manhattan apartment and a studio---is anybody actually buying this?
The characters are shallow and pretentious, but this is not a satire or a critique of the New York art scene; it unfortunately takes itself very seriously.
The camera work and pacing are self-consciously artsy, to the point of nausea.
There is a very slim plot involving a possible stalker / murderer. But it will bore you senseless.
The two stars are for Sam Shepard. He doesn't have a lot to work with here, but he's he one character with some actual human traits.
This movie is the equivalent of staring at Andy Warhol's work for two hours. It makes you wonder how no-talent posers ever came to be seen as legitimate artists. (Yes, I'm talking about the filmmaker).
And that idiotic, androgynous black and white photograph on the living room wall----I wanted to throw a brick at it.
Don't watch this.
The characters are shallow and pretentious, but this is not a satire or a critique of the New York art scene; it unfortunately takes itself very seriously.
The camera work and pacing are self-consciously artsy, to the point of nausea.
There is a very slim plot involving a possible stalker / murderer. But it will bore you senseless.
The two stars are for Sam Shepard. He doesn't have a lot to work with here, but he's he one character with some actual human traits.
This movie is the equivalent of staring at Andy Warhol's work for two hours. It makes you wonder how no-talent posers ever came to be seen as legitimate artists. (Yes, I'm talking about the filmmaker).
And that idiotic, androgynous black and white photograph on the living room wall----I wanted to throw a brick at it.
Don't watch this.