Dear Dear Crank: Your review of this movie is long on mind-reading (particularly that of the film's director) and diagnoses of thematic intent, short on any tangible relation to the movie itself. As a Rorschach of your mental state while viewing the film, it may have some use. For those who are interested in _Jaglom's_ movie, and who don't have Mr. Cranky's rather curious hatred for those who experiment with pretense (aka "Actors, Writers, Directors"), I recommend Last Summer in the Hamptons. The strange interactions among this group of the theatrically inclined take some getting used to, but there are many fine scenes, particularly those featuring Viveca Lindfors as the matriarch, and the movie has that singular virtue of certain independently-produced films: it doesn't try too hard to explain itself, or to artificially tidy up the messy situations, characters, and relations it depicts. If you are addicted to plot, or can't stand listening to people talk, go rent Patriot Games. If not, sit back and enjoy Henry J's paean to the theater and those who keep it alive.
Jason P
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