It's hard to believe that any film that starts so promisingly, with Ryan Phillippe full - on punching Sarah Silverman in the mouth, can go so
far downhill, but despite its gonzo and engaging opening half hour, the film soon sinks under its own
weight,
hampered by thin characterization, ludicrous overplotting and a director way, way too much in love with the prose on the page to bother trying to make it sound like dialogue from a human mouth.