Very very predictable, including the post credit scene !!!

Very Cool!!!

Simply A Masterpiece

best movie i've ever seen.

The acting was awful so was the sound, the plot was terrible but the carny culture summary from her childhood was good and we were hoping to have her molested or something liked turned into a thief as a kid so we could get into it. Maybe she tries to overcome sexual abuse or being a real delinquent. But no. And why did her father want her? And why did her mother want to leave? What was her history? But the main character was awful and there were some really bad shots of her. The directing was worse. I think it could have been good with a rewrite and better casting and editing. Anyway it missed although it really was not the worst film of all time. How did it get made? It must have been someone knew someone. But I actually thought the carny characters and her Dad were very good. Even Bradley Cooper was not awful but forgettable. So it gets a 2 from me.

This film is about an up and coming young female photographer who has two boyfriends, each having their own good points.Even bearing in mind that this is a B movie, I am still shocked by how bad it is. The plot is basically non existent, nothing happens in the film. There is no drama, no sweetness and no anything. It's like watching 80 minutes of mindless drivel. Acting is consistently bad across the board. The lead character Kenna doesn't show much emotions. The worst of all is the woman who manages her photo exhibitions. She is so wooden that I am sure I can act better than her. Lighting, cinematography and sound reception are all terrible. There is hissing sound in many scenes. I just wonder what is the whole point of the film.

This viewer falls into the category of most of those who have written a response to this film - it is just simply feeble. Clue: the film was written and directed by two people Peter Knight and Morgan Klein and the hodgepodge of collaboration shows. Couple the bad script with a cast of amateurs (Note: this was WAY before Bradley Cooper had been transformed into a box office sensation - both acting wise and physique-wise) and the result is a film that should have been left in the can.Nerdy Kenna (Colleen Porch) is simultaneously dating two guys - DJ Jeff (Bradley Cooper) and Businessman Martin (David Gail). It is an open relationship in that both men know Kenna's proclivities, that she has no intention of settling down, being a hedonist - apparently related to her Carnival background: her father Mortie (Kurt McKinney) is a carny man whose preoccupied with bad mouthing Kenna's mother. None of that information really fits into the story despite the fact that a lot of screen time is devoted to the carny aspect. Needless to say the three way relationship can't last and how it resolves is the remainder of the story - if you can make it through this mess long enough to see the fuzzy ending.The sad aspect of seeing this film is the reminder of the many, many really fine Indie films of quality that never make it to the public. Money backing must be the only answer, though it would seem that finding backers for this cheesy film would have been a supreme challenge. Grady Harp

If you are an aspiring independent filmmaker, you must see this film. It will give you immense optimism when you see how low the bar must be to get a film into distribution. How they got Bradley Cooper to do this movie is beyond comprehension. The production quality of this film is abhorrent. The editing is amateurish, the fades ill-timed and misplaced. As to the sound, there is a scene where they tried to overdub the dialog and it looks like a Japanese Godzilla moment. There are moments when the audio is tinny and distant. And that is before you get to the essence itself. The protagonist character has no redeeming virtues. She is portrayed as a whiny, slutty, incessantly complaining, baggage-laden woman and it belies belief that the two male characters would have any reason to be infatuated with her. We simply do not care whether she redeems herself, and one is compelled to yell to Bradley Cooper to get out of there…both her bedroom and the movie. There is a particularly pretentious attempt at a montage that fails miserably…a crane shot above an empty art gallery where the protagonist is having her debut…the director shows the crowd filtering into the gallery..with interminable lingering on the small crowd, then dissolve to a small crowd, followed by a still small crowd, followed by…a still small crowd…as if they just couldn't get enough extras to sacrifice themselves on the altar of this embarrassingly misguided effort. The final assault comes in the form of the script. Most of the actors...Cooper excepted... look as if they are reciting lines off a cue card. The closing scene voice over is incomprehensible and leaves you shaking your head to remove the glaze from your eyes. To get this film sold to Liongate and into distribution, there had to be some very serious "Bending of the Rules"