"I'm outta here..."
I went to see Last Days (or, to give it it's full onscreen title, Gus Van Sant's Last Days) on Sunday at a modestly attended matinee. By the time it was over, only about 2/3 of the original audience was left. Some people bailed early. Some waited until the I'm-too-messed-up-to-make-macaroni scene. (Me, I liked it. It has some problems, but it's kind of like a rock-and-roll horror movie and there are some incredible moments in it.) It was the most disastrous public screening I've been to since a showing of Roberto Benigni's Pinnochio that left children crying, parents fleeing in terror, and Nathan Rabin, our fellow-critic pal Josh Rothkopf, and me quietly amused.