Maybe I need to watch it a few more times or something…

I mean, I normally like movies like this; the indie-esque, boring, self-important films that make you think and question your own life, but this one just didn’t stick to me.

The one good scene was with the Asian strippers. The song in the background launched a revolution in my group of friends. We now idolize Peaches, in all of her perverted rap goodness. :)

This is the only film with that pouting girl, Johansen, that I could sit through again.

I think she gets away with doing not much except pouting in this one because Bill Murray is so good at doing not much else except looking tired.

She didn't get away with it in that awful film about Vermeer because the English guy playing Vermeer hasn't got a very evocative facial expression.