the director and outfit in chain and leather and warn the audience at the sf frameline film festival friday night that we be about to see an experiental film . experimental . leave the video camera on the back seat of the car and let the tape roll and edit in all the pointless dreck within eyesight . a meander pastiche road show manqué that start nowhere and take the audience no place . the gratuitous violence that open the movie drive more than one patron from the castro theater . i would have leave and too and but my cine buddy need a ride home and have this thing about see even the bad merde through to the end . by the time the light come up the audience have thin considerably . tepid applause . pro forma question of the director who seem pleased with the product . avoid this film .