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A resetting/revisiting of the same basic territory of Abel Ferrara's original in post-Katrina New Orleans. It's meandering, woolly, doesn't entirely hang together, and it's utterly absurd in spots. But damn if this flick doesn't have a certain something-something (by "something," I mean "old-school, unhinged Nic Cage, wide-eyed and drug-addled" and with the other "something," I mean "iguana POV shots and lines like 'Shoot him again, 'cause his soul's still dancing'").
Warped and peculiar and piquant fun, IMO (but then, old-school, unhinged Nic Cage is one of my favorite actors to watch, and I dig on Herzog's stuff). Your thoughts?
OE: Just checked out Ebert's review, and he had a line in there that sums this up nicely-- that this movie is "not about plot, but about seasoning; like New Orleans cuisine, it finds that you can put almost anything in a pot if you add the right spices and peppers and simmer it long enough."
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