Richard Kelly's Bad Day In L.A.

...what the fuck?

I want to see Southland Tales: The Movie. I really do. But I'm worried after reading its first companion book, Southland Tales: Two Roads Diverge.

Things happen in it. None of these things make much sense, because the story cuts off before we arrive anywhere. And you won't care because there is no emotional involvement available to the reader, and certainly none between the characters. There is dialogue, of the strange twisty sort that would seem over the top even in a film by The M. Night Shyamalan What Bombs At Midnight. The art is...acceptable, but I kept expecting a Templesmith-styled vampire to burst into the room. No such luck there.

Damn. Even trying to give this book a serious review, all I can do is give a laundry list of unconnected facts. In summation: the book means nothing. It's not even a proper beginning to the story, because we already damn well know that the movie will be the heart and soul of the Southland Tales Experience. That makes the book I just read the first third of an optional prequel to something that doesn't exist yet, at the low price of thirteen dollars.

I still plan to see the film. For one thing, Sony has forced the director to cut the movie down a bit, in return for money to buy better special effects. You only need to compare the original Donnie Darko to the Director's Cut to see that a little ham-fisted editorial interference actually made for an improved product.