Even by "Cut him some slack it's his first film" standards this movie falls short. I guess my big problem with Gus Van Sant's initial feature is that you simply don't give two hoots about the main character, a racist stalker given to making rather dull pronouncements about consumer culture and sexual obsession, among other topics. After forty minutes or so of the same stuff, namely Walt hanging around Johnny and Pepper and getting annoyed with them for their obvious dislike of his very annoying personality, you feel an overwhelming urge to pull the plug, an urge that is partially countered by the wonderful cinematography of John Campbell and Eric Edwards which makes you feel the cold and dirt and wet of down and out Portland before the Great Gentrification. C plus.
Review of Mala Noche
