Quentin Tarantino shows, once again, that he's not much of an actor as the myth-like character John Destiny, in this very skaky, undernourished independent movie. Most of the trouble is with the script, which should be a lot sharper, wittier and just plain better - which is odd, since it was all brought together at Robert Redford's Sundance Institute, which encourages such offbeat projects. Destiny picks up a stranger called Goddard (Dylan McDermott) stranded in the desert and drives into Las Vegas, leaving him at the grotty Marilyn Motel, run by sweaty Thoreau (James LeGros). Then Goddard, newly escaped from jail, tries to recover his money from a bank heist with partner Thoreau and sort things out with the girl (Nancy Travis) he lost doing the job, though she's now singing at the casino run by her new boyfriend (James Belushi). But, with weird electrical disturbances in the air, things aren't always as they seem... It has its moments - well one or two - but both the performances and the movie are offbeat to the point of offputting, and it's all annoyingly pretentious, unentertaining and unresolved.

©ipc tx. Film content from TVTimes