Classify this one somewhere between "Showgirls" and "Glitter." Bad writing, worse direction, and acting that defies description combine to make this the most pleasant hour and forty minutes I've spent in a movie theater - and I found myself wishing it would go on forever. This is the kind of movie where the wardrobe gets applause from the audience. Every possible plot point is thrown against the cinematic wall like spaghetti to see what will stick. The characterizations change from "street wise" to "metaphysical discussion of the meaning of life" sometimes within one single line of dialog. Everyone laughs and cries; no one convincingly. Everybody drinks; some throw up.
Review of Noah's Arc: Jumping the Broom
