Fits neatly in that 80s/early 90s independent Americana cinema that I really dig. Early Jarmusch/Reichardt/Van Sant kind of vibes, but very clearly inspired by Chantal Akerman (who I coincidentally watched last night). I really love how simply this depicts living in a capitalist driven world, especially one like Vegas. The repetitiveness of the grind, the stillness, the detachment...and lots of frustration bubbling under the surface. And I loved how when something “cinematic” happens here, it feels so un-cinematic. It either cuts away quickly or is shot comfortably from far away.
This film will definitely bore a lot of people, and I wouldn’t blame you tbh. But I continue to find stuff like this pretty fascinating. Also the photography here is stunning. The restoration on the Criterion Channel was apparently done by George Lucas’ company, which is pretty cool.