One of the most wretched and self-indulgent movies I've ever seen. It was like having to sit through a two hour recitation of poetry from a thirteen-year-old goth kid. Everyone involved should be ashamed of themselves, especially Whaley, for producing such sappy, depressing tripe. AND THAT DAMN PIANO!! Absolute torture!
If anyone feels the need to experience this movie, all you have to do is drive to the Pine Barrens in Jersey on a cold winters day and gently place a gun in your mouth. Oops, looks like you can't afford bullets, so there's nothing left to do but crumple into a fetal ball and cry and cry until your tears form frozen walrus tusks on your chin. Boo-fricking-hoo.