Norman Reedus's version of Carr makes a good foil for Joan’s “staring into the abyss” with his somewhat self-serving and indifferent bohemian attitude. Of course there is more to Carr than meets the eyes, which is probably a good thing, seeing as how he can be ridiculously pretty at times.
This is one of those reviews that could just go on and on, because it is too easy to get mired in all the semi-factual detail and mock-authenticity, so I’ll try to cut to it.
The visual style is very much affected, very much a series of deliberate still life picture postcard pretty backdrops to the very ugly and sometimes desperate actions of these characters who are more or less real, even to themselves, I might add. If you like the Beats, if you know anything about them, this is a must-see.
The performances are solid throughout. I think you will be pleasantly surprised by Courtney Love, as I was. And Keifer Sutherland is more of a Burroughs than I thought he would manage to be, given that even Burroughs himself has had problems playing that part at times.
This movie deserves a cult following. I mean that in all sincerity. See it.