Review – Vanilla Sky

The weirdest thing just happened to me. I thought I was in a movie theater watching the latest Tom Cruise vehicle. It was a really wretched piece of meandering crap about a spoiled rich kid who has/doesn’t have a disfigured face and killed/didn’t kill his stalker/girlfriend. It ended up being the most self-indulgent hunk of junk I’ve seen since Buffalo 66, the sort of drivel Phillip K. Dick might have written while trying to ride out an especially bad acid trip. After enduring more than two hours of this Cameron Crowe exercise in masturbation, I was ready to flee the theater. But just as I reached the breaking point, I woke up. The whole thing was just a bad dream. The only thing I couldn’t explain later was how my clothes ended up coated with smelly shaggy dog hairs. See if desperate