American History X as directed by a Hal Hartley wannabe. Neither as good
nor as bad as it sounds. The Hartley props are there: a young man
returning to a small town, his waitress girlfriend still waiting, only
a handful of characters engaging in deep dialogues. The similarities
end there, as this turns into a dystopian tale of misdirected fascist
hatred based on a Psych 101 understanding of the American male.
Anderson appears briefly as the drab and blowsy waitress. One of those
films that make you wish the murders in it were real.
