Here's 97 minutes of your life you'll never get back an excruciating exercise in watching cinematic paint dry, peel and flake. Blake, Michael Pitt's archetypal Kurt Cobain (not Kurt, but "Kurt", see?) mooches around his decaying mansion, drooling into his smack, crackle 'n' pop and avoiding his leech-like friends before finally doing the audience a massive favour and blowing his brains out. It's one thing to document ennui, another to render it halfway interesting. I wouldn't film myself picking lint out of my navel for an hour-and-a-half; Van Sant (whose previous outing Elephant was just as sleepy but often very lovely to look at) has just shot the equivalent. "It's a long, long journey from Death to Birth" sings Blake. And an even longer one from curtain rise to credits.