Once

The movie... well, it's more of a documentary... no, it's a home movie about someone who sings in the street... no, he can't sing... So, maybe it's just a cell phone camera exercise with a video of a wannabe songwriter who is looking for a married or unmarried partner to help him and sleep with him because he is sad and obsessed about his ex-girlfriend who probably got tired of seeing his crummy old guitar and getting scratched by the long guitar strings that dangled around the big hole in the face of the guitar box that was caused by his fingernails scratching against the wood and the fact that his job was to repair vacuum cleaners and sing(?) in the street for donations and then putting his dirty old guitar in a case that he carried everywhere until he arrived at his filthy apartment which is probably the reason he wanted to move to a bigger city to be discovered... This piece of crap has received 4 stars in some of the reviews I have read, and I personally know one person who thought it was a great movie. I guarantee you that, unless you desire to hear endless songs -- one after the other -- with the same background music, you will be tempted to walk out after the first 10 minutes. My wife and I wanted to walk out, but we didn't. We could not believe that a movie could be so totally bad. Our theater audience consisted of perhaps 20 when the movie began. By the 15th minute, there were 5 of us remaining -- disbelieving that it would get no better. This is an event that I would recommend you go see, if you are someone I detest or are someone I need to repay for past wrongs.