Chelsea Walls Reviews

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October 9, 2011
Linklater fans, or pretentious types who want to appear avant-garde will suck up to this
May 21, 2011
...a disastrously ill-conceived drama...
June 26, 2005
April 17, 2005
Pretentious navel-gazing hoo-hah.
June 15, 2004
As you may know, this film is directed by Ethan Hawke. Nicely shot, well acted, fine direction, well-organized (for what it is), but short on both impact and message.
February 2, 2003
The film apparently takes place in a fantasy world where people in hotel hallways recite poetry in voice-over instead of speaking to each other.
October 23, 2002
A free-for-all of half-baked thoughts, clumsily used visual tricks and self-indulgent actor moments.
September 17, 2002
This thing is virtually unwatchable.
August 5, 2002
Pretension, in its own way, is a form of bravery. For this reason and this reason only -- the power of its own steadfast, hoity-toity convictions -- Chelsea Walls deserves a medal.
July 20, 2002
It is dead on the inside, never quite achieving the movements and emotional solidity the material demands.
June 17, 2002
A complete waste of time.
June 15, 2002
June 6, 2002
Hawke's film, a boring, pretentious waste of nearly two hours, doesn't tell you anything except that the Chelsea Hotel today is populated by whiny, pathetic, starving and untalented artistes.
May 24, 2002
Were Dylan Thomas alive to witness first-time director Ethan Hawke's strained Chelsea Walls, he might have been tempted to change his landmark poem to, 'Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Theatre.'
May 20, 2002
A dreary, incoherent, self-indulgent mess of a movie in which a bunch of pompous windbags drone on inanely for two hours...a cacophony of pretentious, meaningless prattle.
May 17, 2002
The movie is essentially a series of fleetingly interesting actors' moments.
May 10, 2002
Reeks with phony posturing and lot of talking without really saying anything.
May 10, 2002
Hampered -- no, paralyzed -- by a self-indulgent script ... that aims for poetry and ends up sounding like satire.
May 9, 2002
The cinematic equivalent of patronizing a bar favored by pretentious, untalented artistes who enjoy moaning about their cruel fate.
April 25, 2002
I'm not suggesting that you actually see it, unless you're the kind of person who has seen every Wim Wenders film of the '70s.
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