Glorified experimental student films don’t get anymore cheesy than Jaime Rosales’s movie.
“Bullet In The Head” leaves out all audio dialogue as a way of distancing the audience from its non-existent story.
The conceit might have worked if Rosales had written it as a silent movie and included subtitles, but watching a middle-aged Spanish man going through the surface motions of his mundane life before committing an inexplicably violent act, is just a bore.
“Bullet In the Head” was the weakest of the 18 films I saw at the 2008 New York Film Festival.
Not Rated. 85 mins.
ZERO STARS
