David Grove can shoot relatively refined Hollywood works, but this film is obviously adjusted to be rougher, weird and B-level flavor, a lot of violence and sex, and ridiculous and strange plots, but the hero and the heroine are wild. Romantic love. Paranoia and fear of sex are the motifs that have been constantly appearing in previous works. In the crazy world and the hearts of people, only love and the song of Elvis Presley can redeem everything.
This is the era when Nicholas Cage was still a niche in independent film. It’s just that after so many years, when I look back at his performances, I deeply feel that after a person’s image is shattered, he can’t go back, even in the David Grove area. He still looks so stupid in the movie. But maybe this is the exaggerated style of the 1950s that the director wanted.
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