Pretty odd, this: a lethargic thriller in which an alluring teenage Uma Thurman plays a bewigged grifter stalked by a demented, superficially cultured older man and wooed by a working-class slob (Paul Dillon, whose apish resemblance to younger sibling Matt is unmistakable). Numerous sub-plots lead to narrative cul-de-sacs and even the story's ending amounts to nothing in particular. Even worse, this first feature effort by Austrian television director Huemer is amateurish to a point of total ineptitude: it's sloppily shot, murkily photographed and the soundtrack is abysmal. It's fortunate that the camera loves Thurman enough to underscore how gorgeous she was in her youth, because she's as wooden as the rest of the cast; considering the banal dialogue she was saddled with in this first screen appearance, that much is excusable.
I'd bet a hefty sum that Tarantino saw this before casting Pulp Fiction; at one point, Thurman dons a bobbed wig similar to the one she wore in her most famous role. Steve Buscemi also appears for a few minutes in one of several totally pointless scenes. He was just there, I suppose. For whatever reason, this is curiously watchable. It's unnecessarily deliberate and totally otiose, but so inexpertly realized that it's actually interesting. Somehow, the production of this film was partly funded by the National Endowment for the Arts. Thanks, Frank Hodsoll!