Patricia Arquette makes her directorial debut with an adaption of Cheryl Della Pietra's novel inspired by her experience as Hunter S. Thomspon's assistant.
I'm scratching my head as to why this is a special screening at Tribeca for members only. It's a two year old film that isn't very good and doesn't deserve a special slot.
While I know this is supposed to be fiction, they also want you to know that Willem Dafoe is Hunter, at least physically. He has a hat and cigaretteholder and he is excessive but otherwise it's Dafoe chewing scenery. There is really no Hunter here. It ends up being neither fish nor fowl.
For me the problem ultimately became that I didn't know why I was being told this story. The point of the tale is that Dafoe is an aging lion living on his rep. His excesses have taken their toll and he really can't write. It's nothing we haven't seen before. The only thing is who is at the center.
I'm not going to blame Arquette. She and her cast are fine. The problem here is the script which doesn't really do anything unique.
For me this is a major miss
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