Artistic onanism?
Just saw this.
I feel like my local Tarantino at the local video store really had it in for me on this one. Granted this has more gravitas than Plan 9 but give me a break. Luckily, halfway through I discovered that by fast forwarding during the interminable walking, sitting, watching, breathing, some driving, nudity (yes, even that got boring) of/by the actors, the remaining dialogue of the film amounted to two minutes, twenty seconds.
Dance rehearsal scene was riveting but sort of a broken clock is right twice a day type of thing.
After reading some of the posts, I realize a lot of people take this film seriously. In that case, all I can say is, you're a better man than I, Gunga Din to sit through this.