
All it winds up doing is chipping away at an iceberg (a concept that requires far more elaboration) that never truly melts into tea. Whether this film was meant to be hot or iced, or even tea at all, is impossible to say from the 90 minute run-time. I honestly would've preferred sweet tea (the cute bond between Leguizamo & Waterston), something akin to The Panic in Needle Park, but I was left moved, but only intermittently, as if half of my mind was still trying to explain what happened elsewhere in the film--or better yet--why something happened (because it made zero sense) at all.
I don't know what they were shooting at because it seems they failed to load the gun. All I received was "corruption has terrible effects on confused people", i.e. "greed corrupts", but in today's age, a film has to offer more--something deeper--and this film failed to do it. Why? Because in-between creating that simple concept of corruption's harm, it threw in other foreign elements that didn't belong or contribute at all.
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