Title: Like picking at a Technicolor scab
Product review: Despite the rave reviews from foreign lands, I found this film lacking both a coherent plot and a consistent, identifiable point of view towards its protagonist. Is "Lucky" Jackson a tragic victim of his own hubris or a hapless existentialist antihero who must choose between two equally pointless fates, laboring as a waiter or risking his absurd existence in the pitiless desert wastes, symbolic of the spiritual wasteland of Las Vegas? The filmmakers were apparently too lazy to decide or perhaps have left it up to the viewer. Robert Bresson's Au Hazard, Balthasar deals with many of the same themes in a more compelling fashion, although the donkey upon whom that film bases its narrative is not as hot-looking as Ann-Margaret. So it evens out more or less.
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