Instant Favorite.

Boring, long, and too preachy.

It really made me laugh, but for some moments I was tearing up because I could relate so much.

I think this is a new genre that they're all sort of working their way through it and haven't got all the kinks worked out yet but it's a genre that works for me.

This is one of the most underrated films ever. Some call it distracting and full of nonsense, but to me the film is beautifully telling that everything is intertwined - love and hatred, pleasure and pain, life and death. It shows there's always another side to things just like a messed-up Brit who actually is a guardian angel guiding the girl's lost soul all the way. I was only a kid when the film came out back in 1987, but it shook me with a huge magnitude and still does. When there's a light, there's also a shadow. My mind always circle back to this great piece of work at every phase of my life.

I stumbled across this on late night TV part way through and was soon mesmerized, likely because when Miles plays a note, I can't move. I couldn't figure out what it was about, which probably added to the appeal, given the hypnotic nature of the music. Throw in three of my 'favorite girls' i.e. Isabella, Ellen and Jodie, and I was hooked. Marcus is channeling Sketches of Spain, and it was wonderful to hear Miles in that milieu once again. I highly recommend this movie despite the low rating of circa 5 out of ten that you see on the site here. Perhaps the key is to dispense with any expectations of what a movie should be, fundamentally. If nothing else, just revel in the music !! (...and the cute ladies...)(additional comments a year later) I have to admit I must be somewhat obsessed with this project. Perhaps re: Miles/Spain. And Marcus Miller has great taste. And is that Bennie Maupin/bass clarinet? But what gets me in addition upon further viewing is the editing. And you have to give credit for personnel decisions. If this is Lambert then she certainly must have some kind of special nose for creative intelligence.

Sieata. A 90 minute sleep. This is the worst film made. A perfect example of how not to make a movie. How to avoid story, development, purpose. It can't even be surreal when it tries to be.It has no idea. Like most "art films" it's artless, and only paints boredom.It consists of characters doing nothing, but vague disconnected rambling, with no action. The only skillful part is Jodie Foster's English accent. Also a quirky poem from Sands.It's this kind of crap that puts me off films. I hate it.A review mentioned Jacob's Ladder. That skillful and powerful film showed how an original or different film can be made, with definite surreal moments - actual changes that can't occur in reality - scary scenes, excitement, with clear or specific messages and intentions you couldn't miss.This film called Sleep is utterly powerless. The dreariest dream with no intelligence. Even the "shock" ending seems implied.Erotic thriller? The first part (ho hum) is there, about as excessively as the other qualities. Minus 10 stars (for how many stars are in it).

This is a wacky, extreme, insane movie. When she isn't stalking around in a black leather jacket emblazoned with a bald eagle, Barkin is running madly through Spanish streets in a flaming red dress. She wants to sleep with Gabriel Byrne (who doesn't?), who's married to Isabella Rosselini, who wields a knife, while Julian Sands lowers his trousers for Jodie Foster, who kisses Ellen Barkin on the lips. There isn't much sensuality, but there are countless tragically, monumentally bad lines. This is a masterpiece of bad taste, kitsch, bad accents, etc. And Barkin is often naked, putting it in five star territory.Did Ellen Barkin kill someone? Was Jodie Foster cloned from Myrna Loy? Who is the most beautiful man alive, Byrne or Sands? These and ten more profound questions are posed over the course of Mary Lambert's "Siesta."