A Big Billy Bob Zero of a Movie!

Gawd! I thought this would be GREAT beyond word's with the cast and the plot et. al. But as soon as that damn 'Calliope' type music (was this really Morricone?) started,...I fast forwarded,...only to find Phoenix (pre-Johnny Cash) playing such a dumb-ass stereo-typical 'hick',...I mean,...there's NOTHING GOOD about this flick. Not One Damn Thing! And here I was worried that J-Lo bein' in it was gonna ruin it for me. I'm still shakin' my head and pissed that I bothered to 'tape' it to watch later off of TMC but will not erase because after this was a fantastic documentary about the great & crazy (& Dead)
Poet Charles Bukowski. But be forwarned,...this is lving proof that a great cast and a fair plot can be shot-2-sh!t by the music of all thing's. UGH! A Big Fat Billy Bob Thornton Zero out of 10 is my score. Phew! I smell a Dead-Dog!

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