OK, to say this thing is totally implausible is an understatement.
First, writers apparently use the phrase "self-sabotage" instead of the accurate phrase "alcoholic" - so right there you know you're dealing with a story line that has a messed up moral compass.
Next we have a female lead who is apparently super-human - she can guzzle down a entire fifth of some sort of hard liquor in about 90 seconds, go bar hopping, get in a car with strangers, wake up on the desert with a broken jaw, a major head laceration, a broken ankle and a black-eye - all on the eve of her wedding to a fiancé who's apparently oblivious to the fact that she must have been throwing some major red flags on the field of romance.
She then goes thru a series of meandering experiences which I won't "give away" - but suffice it to say she carries on down the mean streets of somewhere with no one noticing that's she's in a hospital gown and has her mouth wired shut.
And now I come to the piece de resistance - the makeup. I've recounted enough of this gal's escapades to indicate that the xtremely beat-up makeup is all the director offer to garner sympathy for the character - but in one scene she has a black eye and a laceration down her chin, and next she doesn't, and the next scene she does again, one scene she has the broken ankle limp, next scene she doesn't, next scene she foot pedaling a scooter, next scene the limp's back - and so on. Pathetic continuity management.
Oh, and somewhere along the line she manages to acquire a new weeding dress from a thrift shop with no money - again, all after being left in the desert half dead, getting her broken jaw wired up in an ER - with no ID - scootering past evil looking street gangs with a on-again, off-again broken ankle and in less than a 24 hour story line.
And meanwhile during all this, what's up with the waiting wedding party? Well I won't give that away.
Oh wait - did I remember to mention the tattoo she gets, on her wired broken jaw - oh well, who can remember it all.
Well, so it goes - unless you you like watching screwed up messes - both the character and the film - for 90 minutes, don't bother with this one.
First, writers apparently use the phrase "self-sabotage" instead of the accurate phrase "alcoholic" - so right there you know you're dealing with a story line that has a messed up moral compass.
Next we have a female lead who is apparently super-human - she can guzzle down a entire fifth of some sort of hard liquor in about 90 seconds, go bar hopping, get in a car with strangers, wake up on the desert with a broken jaw, a major head laceration, a broken ankle and a black-eye - all on the eve of her wedding to a fiancé who's apparently oblivious to the fact that she must have been throwing some major red flags on the field of romance.
She then goes thru a series of meandering experiences which I won't "give away" - but suffice it to say she carries on down the mean streets of somewhere with no one noticing that's she's in a hospital gown and has her mouth wired shut.
And now I come to the piece de resistance - the makeup. I've recounted enough of this gal's escapades to indicate that the xtremely beat-up makeup is all the director offer to garner sympathy for the character - but in one scene she has a black eye and a laceration down her chin, and next she doesn't, and the next scene she does again, one scene she has the broken ankle limp, next scene she doesn't, next scene she foot pedaling a scooter, next scene the limp's back - and so on. Pathetic continuity management.
Oh, and somewhere along the line she manages to acquire a new weeding dress from a thrift shop with no money - again, all after being left in the desert half dead, getting her broken jaw wired up in an ER - with no ID - scootering past evil looking street gangs with a on-again, off-again broken ankle and in less than a 24 hour story line.
And meanwhile during all this, what's up with the waiting wedding party? Well I won't give that away.
Oh wait - did I remember to mention the tattoo she gets, on her wired broken jaw - oh well, who can remember it all.
Well, so it goes - unless you you like watching screwed up messes - both the character and the film - for 90 minutes, don't bother with this one.