Watching this movie is like being trapped in a very small room with a large group of self important, navel gazing, artsy fartsy, New York art scene know-it-alls. This thing is so bad in every area, I can't believe it won or was nominated for anything. This movie even made sex boring!!! I can't believe the person responsible for Hedwig & The Angry Inch could be this uninteresting. The final scene where "Justin Bond" seemingly becomes Roz Russell while singing a song about everybody getting it in the "end", as no less than a marching band comes traipsing into the room, should have been funny but fell so flat that my ears are still ringing from the loud "thud". What a disappointment! Shame on you JCM!
