i keep reading complaints on this board about how slow-paced and meandering this movie is. and it is slow and meandering, much like its bewildered protagonist, a college kid who keeps his eyes open and his mouth shut as he plods through his day. much of the bizarre behavior he encounters on the campus is counterfeit and flamboyant, meant to attract attention, much like the girl in everyone's high school class who wore black nail polish and a ghastly pallor and called herself a witch. then the kid runs up against the true madness of his roommate, who has ascended to the top of the clock tower with a sniper rifle and plenty of bullets and is idly picking off random victims in the quadrangle. the sniper, walt whitman, is easily the most matter-of-fact character in the movie. there's a hell fury roaring just beneath his clean blondness, but so long as he keeps shooting, he can hold himself together. quite a fascinating and lengthy look into that old heart of darkness.
Review of The Delicate Art of the Rifle
