movie review - Slacker
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 1997.04.08
Well, it was an unseasonably warm night, so we rented two flicks -- for the price of one, even: Living life to the max! This movie was, in a word, boring. It was the type of movie I would make if someone said "Mike, here's a camera; go make a movie." It was a reasonably well written thing, but it overdid the presumed use of the director's friends and entire fine arts class.
Not recommended.