-A personal classic of mine, that I just watched for the first time in a year. If you haven't seen it I highly advise that you do so immediately. Vincent Gallo directed, starred, and wrote this film. Gallo plays Billy Brown, recently released from prison and unable to find so much as a decent bathroom in his cold hometown. Billy's parents are unaware that he's been locked up; in a pathetic attempt to impress them with how successful he's become, he hits on the novel plan of kidnapping young dance student Layla (Ricci) and forcing her to play the role of his wife.
As the movie unfolds, we learn more about Billy's tormented childhood and unfortunate tendency to bet on the Bills in the Super Bowl. Gallo boldly throws himself into the task of playing a complete sleazebag, and Ricci does lovely standout work as the one ray of hope in the grinding darkness of Billy's life. This odd little love story is just the thing to make you feel better about your own relationship--especially if you're not in one.
I've never seen a film with a similar despondent atmosphere and minimalist cinematography. Gallo's wardrobe and attitude is flawless. It reminds me of a taller Dov Charney. And I envy his deep red boots.