The best possible recommendation to anyone who hasn't seen this polarising film is that it won't faze anyone who enjoys the work of Hal Hartley, especially Surviving Desire, The Unbelievable Truth and some of his early shorts. The reason it has attracted so much critical ire here is that it appears to have fallen into the public domain and the hands of legions of cheapy DVD labels that packaged it with ad copy meant to hoodwink unsuspecting viewers into thinking it's a thriller. Surprise: it's an art movie! Whether it's a good one or not I leave to others to argue, but I found it very entertaining and I wish it was available in a decent print. Perhaps Criterion should consider it for release. I'd love to see what kind of blu-ray Extra Features they could assemble, and I'm betting there's a warehouse full of copies of the source novel they could buy up and package with it...

Without exception this is the worst movie I have ever forced myself to sit through. In fact, this movie was so bad that I actually registered to this site so that I could give it a vote of 1 out of 10. The only good thing I can say about this movie is that it should give any future director hope.... if this move can be produced, any movie can. Do not watch unless you have already identified masochistic tendencies in your sexual preferences. I value my time and feel as if these hours could have been better spent watching paint dry. The latter would have been far more entertaining and stimulating. My mind at this moment feels like a bucket of half-dried cement. I agree with another user's comment: the careers of Peter Coyote and Danny Glover should have ended right here. For the sake of all peoples everywhere, please add a warning label to the cover of your movie if it is going to be even half as unbearable as this one. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to get drunk and hopefully forget all about this painful experience.

This film held my interest for about 15 minutes and then I got sick and tired of a four letter word being used constantly. Apparently the director and producer thought that this would hold people's interest and then having the gals use the same word. There are locations all over the United States, Iowa corn fields, Las Vegas, Nevada, Kansas and many more. There are some funny scenes and the gals in this picture are all rather stout and really no waists were seen in other words, just plain "Janes" with pudgy bodies. In this film, Rex (Peter Coyote) stumbles upon everything from sex and drugs to political mistrust and extremist conspiracies. As Rex struggles to find himself, what Rex finds is more than he bargained for. This film is rather boring and a big waste of your time to view.

I too expected more out of this film, being that it featured Danny Glover and Peter Coyote prominently on the DVD cover. Boy was I wrong! It was the biggest waste of 88 minutes I can remember spending.In the beginning, there was talk of various characters being secret agents, but it became so bizarre and irrational that I could only describe it as a dream while one is also sick with a fever. Scenes changed, characters names and memories did, as well. It was like a dream that kept changing speeds and subjects, or a bad trip on a hallucinogen, or a wandering mind locked in uncontrolled schizophrenia while perhaps also unconscious.I would have turned it off after 10 minutes if I had any idea that it would have ended the way it did. I was holding out hope that in the end, the main character (Coyote) would awaken out of a coma (hence the original title "OUT!") or would have come out of his schizophrenic nightmare. That would have helped to make a little sense out of it, but no, that was not to be. His girl dives into the ocean, he stares at an amusement park, the camera does a slow pan across the pier and water, and fade to black. No explanation of what the movie was about, not even a hint. What an absolute waste!