Review of Twentynine Palms (2003) by Nicole E — 08 Nov 2007

I watched this because it was on cable late at night and I used to be stationed in 29 Palms, CA. Beyond seeing some familiar sites and a hot Russian chick getting plowed in the desert, this movie is a pile of stool.

I couldn't finish it. I hear something stupendous happens at the end but the first hour and half is so terrible who cares. If this throws me into the unsophisticated Plebe crowd apart from the artsy-farsty types then so be it.

One man's garbage is another man's art. Too bad I quit smoking dope.