If the ambition is to provide two hours of instantly forgettable, popcorn-munching escapism, it succeeds.

A lot of perfectly good film show their cards early, establish a unique premise and let the audience explore a topic at a leisurely pace, without much in terms of surprise. this film is not one of those films.

This movie tries so hard to be funny, yet it falls flat every time. Just another example of recycled ideas repackaged with women in an attempt to appeal to a certain audience.

True to its essence, the characters remain on the same line and manage to entertain the viewer, each highlighting their own distinctive qualities or touches.

I was flipping through the channels at 1:30 this morning, and stumbled upon this documentary. I had never heard of Ryzhy before, but I found his life and poems very interesting. The film is shot and edited quite nicely... it has a spooky, sad, nostalgic, old-Polaroid-picture sorta feel to it. It was perfect for a late-night/early morning viewing.Especially interesting to me were the segments involving Ryzhy's son, and the montage-type sequences that accompanied the readings of his poems. The soundtrack was excellent as well... really suited the run-down suburban landscape of the film. It reminded me a bit of some of the Montreal "post- rock" bands. I believe that he credits listed Low and Calexico as contributors to the soundtrack.I'd recommend it!