Unfortunately I didn't feel anything watching this movie aside from boredom and annoyance at the characters.

Billy is abrasive and abusive the whole film to Layla, who somehow catches Stockholm Syndrome despite the fact that he is less emotive and cares less than a slab of wet concrete. He constantly rejects even skin to skin contact, yet the movie portrays Layla as this savior meant to absorb every blow he throws at her, the shoulder to cry on, to bring back another fucked up, unbearably annoying white man to the light side. Narcissistic masturbation at its finest.

He stays in this still frame of character throughout the whole movie, through slogs of boring, repetitive dialogue scenes that drag on forever and I cannot wait until they end. There is nothing redeemable about this character that makes me want to see him succeed, in fact, it works to the opposite effect (like the random homophobic outburst in the bathroom, and yelling at and insulting his mentally disabled friend).

And then within the last ten minutes of the movie, he has a complete character arc where he decides not to kill this guy, apologizes to his friend, and decides to turn his life around and accept Layla's love. What the fuck? Where did that come from? Out of nowhere in the final breaths of the film he 180s and becomes a completely different character that Gallo was apparently trying to get at the whole time.

Fuck this movie. So utterly miserable. At least the shots looked nice.