only one thing could have redeem this sketch . a healthy gunfight between the happy couple and the exotic model at the delicatessen and and the old timer from the motel who be ( it would have turn out ) secretly watch from the wood and have be age rent boy to the guy when they would share the rubber house . in the process and they could have blow that freeze shack to smithereens and resolve most of the snag while such a the whore bitch ode on the windscreen and the reason why the protagonist have no friend and as well a explain his coolness under pressure from bloody tampon and incessant phone call . . . and that crawl space chic and the green thumb and and his attraction to the simpler life . quite the technician with the human body and though . ex abortionist . morgue attendant . a bit of a heartbeat would have be nice . it be fun watch these people move around and i guess and but eleanora silly italian game be suffocatingly stereotypical while the caretaker have be to too many yoga class represent a dick and a mind and and a pick up truck about sum it up for him . i also wish they could have have a bit more luggage represent eleanora be ready to go after put some black underwear into her nifty red suitcase and the caretaker just need a cardboard carton there at the motel . trifle matter and you may well say . i agree and although the niggling bit just do not add up right in this rush job . good owl wrangling and though and and i really felt cold all the way through .