OK, for real. Yes, we were watching this movie when my wife had a mild stroke (she's fine now), but I don't think the movie had anything to do with that.
That being said, this is a seriously bad movie.
Let's start with the title, Poison Rose. Typically, when you title a work, that title has something to do with, you know, the story. In this movie, there are two roses - Rose, Doc's daughter, played by the criminally underused Kat Graham, and Rose the nightclub where we meet Doc and the sheriff and the hippie guy and Rose and Happy and such. Yet, neither of these roses have much of anything to do with the story.
The director clearly doesn't have a good idea of what he's doing. Neither does the editor. I mean, there's a bit early in the movie when pretty much everything stops for the better part of minute while the camera concentrates on Travolta lighting a cigarette. Just basic, obvious stuff any decent editor would know to have cut around.
I could go on and on. It's really, really bad.
That being said, this is a seriously bad movie.
Let's start with the title, Poison Rose. Typically, when you title a work, that title has something to do with, you know, the story. In this movie, there are two roses - Rose, Doc's daughter, played by the criminally underused Kat Graham, and Rose the nightclub where we meet Doc and the sheriff and the hippie guy and Rose and Happy and such. Yet, neither of these roses have much of anything to do with the story.
The director clearly doesn't have a good idea of what he's doing. Neither does the editor. I mean, there's a bit early in the movie when pretty much everything stops for the better part of minute while the camera concentrates on Travolta lighting a cigarette. Just basic, obvious stuff any decent editor would know to have cut around.
I could go on and on. It's really, really bad.