Really hoping these launch Ralph Fiennes's weirdo answer to Liam Neeson's late career action hero era.

I'm desperately trying to remember why I thought this might be worth watching.

This is one of those little movies that defies all genres by quirk-addled accident. Not funny enough to be a comedy, not dramatic enough to be a drama, not wacky or gross enough to be whatever it is that John Waters makes. Johnny Suede would be just a cute throwaway movie if not for the immense talent taking shape right before your eyes in Brad Pitt and Catherine Keener. Even so, it's barely worth a watch to see them, albino Nick Cave, and a brief glimpse of Sam Jackson, because there's not much else to find.

In Jesse Eisenberg's major film debut, his blend of awkwardness, precociousness, and perfect comic timing are already almost fully developed. This is a memorable little story with a lot of sharp dialogue mostly delivered by Campbell Scott as his character misguidedly attempts to shepherd Eisenberg's into manhood to distract himself from his own continuing failure to grow up.