There is some wonderful concrete post acting, some romantically clumsy males, & some bleak railway stations (we have all pulled into a deserted station late on a Sunday night). What should have been a boring two hours was just the opposite.
The early scene where the midget was reviewing the troops was really promising and was potential Monty Python material but what followed failed to live up to the adventurous start. Worth a look though.
In a first half hour segment Chantal is alone in her bedroom reorganising her space, letter writing and eating sugar – she does well to maintain audience interest in these bland activities but after that the attention waned.
I don't think all the arguments put forward were convincing but it was entertaining enough. If you pronounce a film as bad enough times it is bound to have a cult following.
An unflattering look at an ordinary New York – streets of gas guzzlers v jaywalkers – backs of drab coloured (colored) buildings – the run–down subway system graffiti & all with men seated and women standing. Terrific stuff. A valuable historical record.