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Up On Review – Passion Play

8 Responses to “Up On Review – Passion Play”

  1. Proman says:

    So, alright suppose the movie really is bad. But don’t you feel it’s a little unfair to label someone who only ever directed one film as “not that kind of director”?

  2. LexG says:

    THE FOX. Still a MUST-SEE for Megan, Murray and Rourke.

    Dug the fortuitous Scorsese red-light on Poland’s face at 1:50!

  3. qwiggles says:

    I think this is going to live on as some kind of bizarro world terrible version of Lost Highway once it ends up on cable.

  4. IOv3 says:

    Dude, I know you are busy but you can’t neglect the blog like this all weekend. If you are not going to post BO reports or even add a BYOB, then let your administrator do it. If not, then changing everything right before TIFF was a bad freaking idea.

  5. Peter says:

    Saw it at TIFF. It was bad. Wild Orchid level bad. LexG, you might like it though since Megan is pretty hot in it, but she needs an acting coach…

  6. LexG says:

    All I needed to hear!

  7. Pitt says:

    I think some people are going to love it and some people are going to hate it. It’s more a film for film school students I think.

  8. nate says:

    I’ve read the script. I almost consulted on the film. They had budget problems before shooting started and apparently it came through. Actually, the script was pretty bad too when I read it. I knew it would be a flop.

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