Completely captivated by Marlene, the unsung hero of this film, silently pining over her mistress in various corners of the room. Somewhat dated in that by 2020 the tragic lesbian trope is a bit of a broken record.
Not even the excellent cinematography and idyllic shots of Viennese summer can salvage the near vomit-inducing meanderings of two pretentious twits who spend almost every waking moment congratulating themselves on the futile conclusions of their endless pseudo-intellectual repartee. Watching this truly is an exercise in discerning which of the two characters you hate the most - just when you think you've decided that Ethan Hawke is the most repulsive, needy, sweaty-haired man on planet Earth, Julie Delphy hits you with a wave of whiny self-indulgence that leaves you forever wavering in your animosity. They deserve each other.
As if the promise of an Iranian vampire spaghetti-western weren't incentive enough, this quirky neo-noir romance manages to address drug-addiction, classism and misogyny in under two hours, set to the modern industrial wasteland and with 80s tunes blasting in the background. What's not to love?