I wrote a review on this non-movie many years ago when IMDb was new but for some reason the review has been removed. A man sitting behind a desk in a garage talking about his bit part in another movie does not a movie make. I do not understand how this can be classified as a comedy / drama as it is neither. With the exception of some clips from The Killing Fields the entire movie consists of a humorless man babbling on and on about nothing. No entertainment value at all and very difficult to watch. My advise is that if you have the urge to watch this movie slam you hand in a car door instead, it will be less painful than watching this non- movie.

This a truly unique film. It is just a man at a desk, with maps behind him, talking. Nothing else happens. Yet it is so spellbinding you don't even dare blink.When I was a kid my parents would read to us. They would make up different voices for each of the characters. My uncle Tom had a special story-telling voice. He would tell tales about his life and the people he met, relishing the details, letting you experience almost for yourself what happened. Spalding Gray is like that, only a pro.It is about war, drugs, sexual decadence in Thailand, making movies, relationships, mania... He has so much to tell you. It just comes tumbling out in a rush.I avoided the movie all these years because I thought it would be just another shoot-em-up.He opens up his head and lets you in to look around, like a friend who lets you drop in without calling first. He has no embarrassment about his imperfections. He was such an open, lovable, exuberant guy. He committed suicide in 2004 after complications from a car accident made life unbearable.

Spalding's 'Swimming to Cambodia' defies the preconceptions often brought to a movie: we get to see one man at a desk, with a lamp and a glass of water, and a map of Cambodia with a pointer to help. And then Gray's amazing ability to hook the listener into his amazing free improvised anecdotes makes it worth a thousand blockbusters. Demme's film prior to this was 'Something Wild'... this is wilder and wittier. Do yourself a favour and watch. Spalding's tragic suicide last year brings a poignant edge to many of his existential observations, but this is uplifting, entertaining, funny and harrowing all in one. And it's a monologue. Sam Shephard once said it was impossible to compare anyone to Spalding, so unique was he. Here's the proof.

"Swimming to Cambodia" is an amazing piece of work. One of Spalding Gray's monologue pieces, it features him taking a story that seems like it should have been only mildly interesting and turning it into poetry. Directed by the incomparable Johnathan Demme and featuring music by the brilliant and eccentric Laurie Anderson, Gray recounts his experiences in the filming of "The Killing Fields." Gray's words tell of bizarre, disturbing, exciting and moving experiences in exotic locales. His words move from beautiful to disgusting, hopeful to horrifying, and always with a masterful lyricism that places him as one of the absolute masters of the English language! The book (published 1985) is supposed to be a great read, but the film of Gray himself telling the stories is an experience beyond compare. Spalding Gray's genius will be greatly missed.