This review, or Wherein I was proven wrong and struggled to save face

M-theory babble? Sounds like Nietzsche's eternal return of the same to me. The point isn't difficult to grasp: you have a nature, a reality, that impels you to do what you do. If you went through everything again, it would happen the same way. What kind of God would create such a universe—a demon, death, dieu trompeur.

Fair enough! It definitely looks like it's filmed mostly between Morgan City and Houma,

Ha, my main complaint was this: has anyone ever seen that many prostitutes openly bumming around rural LA gas stations? (Though really less a complaint than an object of amusement)

"All that, and the biggest storm of all, Katrina, still hasn’t come up yet."