Writer-director Susan Walter’s film is almost determined to disprove the causality of social phenomena.
It perfectly communicates the surreal hell of what the original production of The Room must have been like.
For a film about such a singular profession, it offers surprisingly little insight into linemen’s day-to-day labor.
The question of why one should actually work up any emotional investment in what happens to these people is never really answered, much less asked in the first place.
Lost in the music, mustaches, and furniture of the early ‘70s, this docudrama of a porn star’s exploitation isn’t nearly painful enough.
If 2004’s Catwoman expressed anything, it wasn’t female empowerment, but the empowerment Halle Berry felt after winning her historic Oscar three years prior.
In the general critical conversation surrounding the films of Paul Verhoeven, Total Recall often gets the short shrift.
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