tonight i saw a movie called "the dust factory" on a bus from boston to portland, maine. it did nothing to improve the ride. in fact, it was positively, without a doubt, the worst collection of moving images i have ever looked at in my thirty-three years on this planet. the idea that anyone ever thought it was a good idea to make this film is bewildering to me. at best, it is trite, cliché-ridden, interminable and directionless. at worst, it is unwatchable. if it would help, i would offer to pay the director NOT to make a movie ever again. shame on you, MGM, for distributing this cinematic atrocity. and eric small, writer/director? you owe me two hours of my life back.
Review of The Dust Factory
