"Yay! It's like good literature, only in 2 hours!"
Yay! Paul Auster! And it works! Normally, I dislike moves that are made from good literature (different from just a book). But this realy works.Paul Auster is one of the only contemporary authors that I can even stand. But I'm a bitch. My point is, I like his writing, and I like his screenwriting too.
Summary: This is a tapestry of stories, chaaracters and events that all roughly center around a smoke shop in Brooklyn owned by Harvey Keitel's character. The events that unfold are fascinating and surprising, but never unbelievable. I don't want to spoil anything, so all I'll add is that the end result is one of learning to appriciate the little things in life, to be inspired. But it's not all arty or anything, it's grounded--oh, just go see it, fuckerhead.
William Hurt is phenomenal as the clearly autobiographically inspired blocked writer who observes some of the stories and lives others.
Harvey Keitel kicks butt as the binding force of the movie. his performance is impeccable, and he doesn't even paint his face or get naked.
Forrest Whitaker stands out in his small part as well.
I highly reccomend this movie for anyone who calls themselves an appricaitor of fine film.It's innovative and compelling, and very different from the regular trite Hollywood churns out. 5 sporks.