I felt like I was sorting through a boring person's garbage as I watched this. "Oh, there's a tired joke . . . Wow, how did that line make it through editing? . . . Oh no, they're trying the movie within a meta-movie plot . . . " Mostly the garbage metaphor refers to the editing style though; elements of the plot pop up with no rhythm. The film tries to arrest you with long, silent, cinematography rich sequences, but these are juxtaposed against sequences of flat acting and flat writing which puncture the long visual sequences, thus releasing any accumulated passion and suspense. The music commits another error in that it tries to be an intellectual load bearing element. The song "road to nowhere" is a rich lyrical piece which opens the film, and it never works to try and borrow intelligence from one artwork to save another, thinner work. The depth of the song is not matched in the acting, writing, editing, art direction, and thus becomes a pretentious addition. Overall, it felt pretty bad to sit through.