Trying to capitalize on the "Pulp Fiction" fad, they fail miserably. The star, Keanau Reeves, robs a gas station, steals a car, and in general is a jerk. I think we're supposed to have sympathy for him because he's in love with the slutty blond female lead. But we don't. Actually, every character is an a**hole. We can't relate to any of them. Add to that more than one preposterous suppositions (cops don't notice the stolen car, a cherry 1966 Ford, no less), & it just doesn't work.
Review of Feeling Minnesota
