Imagine yourself in a time gone past; a time when Bob Saget was the wholesome, forced host of a mail-in blooper show for family videos, back when Ellen Degeneres was straight and The Simpsons did more than ape Family Guy's style. It was the early ninties. Then, all of a sudden, something changed. A bright young screen writer teamed up with his brother and an ambitious filmmaker ready to make his mark on a movie industry intent on churning out indistinguishable action and comedy movies to make the most ground-breaking, convention-shattering movie in the history of American cinema. That movie was Bottle Rocket.
In a post-Bottle Rocket world, movies ceased to concern themselves with explosions and special effects. Instead, they piled quirk on top of Daddy issues, and spiced everything awkwardness and bad hair with soundtrack by David Bowie. It's true that Bottle Rocket feels a bit like "My First Movie" by Wes Anderson and the Wilson Brothers, but the casually paced story offers a lot, especially for those curious about the progenitors of modern Cinema.
Cost/Benefit: I paid nothing to see this movie, but I would have been ok paying rental/budget prices.
