Painfully bad writing, not even rendered bearable by Philip Baker Hall and the delightful Amy Hill.
There's no consistency to the world or reality to the characters, who all exist as unmotivated puppets of the writer/director's trite imagination. Scenes begin randomly, go nowhere and end for no reason, other than convenience; any interesting proposition (a partnership, a duck at a 12-step meeting) is quickly quashed by denials trained out of a good writer in Improv 101.
The whole thing feels like a bad college play, in which street people are the wisest of us all. Feh. Rent "Harry & Tonto" instead.
There's no consistency to the world or reality to the characters, who all exist as unmotivated puppets of the writer/director's trite imagination. Scenes begin randomly, go nowhere and end for no reason, other than convenience; any interesting proposition (a partnership, a duck at a 12-step meeting) is quickly quashed by denials trained out of a good writer in Improv 101.
The whole thing feels like a bad college play, in which street people are the wisest of us all. Feh. Rent "Harry & Tonto" instead.