Thematically potent: a sour valentine from a 79-year-old cult figure: visually moody (lots of people lost in wide-shots), dramatically muddled and sometimes tedious, generally worthwhile. Come on inside, we'll take that ride, etc.
Monte Hellman uses the porous agility of digital video to highlight the duration and the mechanical states of the world, keeping all the seconds necessary for a hair blower to dry the fresh nail polish on the protagonist, or the slow process of the mechanical arm that locates a song in a jukebox. Like Jean- Luc Godard or David Lynch . . . Monte Hellman lives with his time without ever becoming his creature.