Excerpt: questo film è uno scherzo, una presa in giro: i titoli di testa devono essere sbagliati. I nomi di Paul Schrader e Bret Easton Ellis non c’entrano nulla con questo squallido thriller che sarebbe sfigurato persino sull’ultima cable tv americana.
Excerpt: If you can wade through all of that, if you can tolerate the film’s jarring inconsistencies and its cringe-inducing, non-sex-scenes-of-a-porno screenplay, you will see one good performance, and another great one.
Excerpt: Yet while the film looks and sounds great, especially considering that it was made for a very low budget, it never reconciles its aesthetic quality with its languid plot. At times, it feels like it’s just a “What are you doing here?” away from being a feature-length version of “The Californians.”
Excerpt: …those looking only for evidence to support their pre-conceptions are missing or willfully ignoring the underlying tension Schrader explores in THE CANYONS, an elegy for traditional cinema and its filmmakers in the advent of fractured world of digital moviemaking.
Excerpt: Perversely watchable, but “The Canyons” is no more than a curio, a vitriolic, rather insipid look at entitled, dead-eyed Angelenos that can’t be confused for resembling a work of art, although it was probably meant to be.