I should preface this by saying that I was really excited about this movie for two reasons:
1. I had just finished In Cold Blood
2. I like Philip Seymour Hoffman
And while the movie wasn't the worst thing I had ever seen, my god was it boring. I am not sure what I expected when the movie about an eccentric author placing himself in the depths of rural Kansas. But between Hoffman's accent and the complete lack of anything ever happening I just couldn't last. I slept for the last ten minutes. It was one of those sleeps where I didn't even feel myself getting tired, more worn down than anything, and then Sabrina was waking me up. I don't know how she made it.
I do have a tendency to be able to fall asleep rather easily so I guess I can't totally blame the film. This is the same guy who fell asleep right before the dance scene in Napolean Dynamite and I was loving that movie. Some things just put me out.
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