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A conceptual artist whose silly and meaningless work puts her on magazine covers and allows her to afford a large Manhattan apartment and a studio---is anybody actually buying this? The characters are shallow and pretentious, but this is not a satire or a critique of the New York art scene; it unfortunately takes itself very seriously. The camera work and pacing are self-consciously artsy, to the point of nausea. There is a very slim plot involving a possible stalker / murderer. But it will bore you senseless. The two stars are for Sam Shepard. He doesn't have a lot to work with here, but he's he one character with some actual human traits. This movie is the equivalent of staring at Andy Warhol's work for two hours. It makes you wonder how no-talent posers ever came to be seen as legitimate artists. (Yes, I'm talking about the filmmaker). And that idiotic, androgynous black and white photograph on the living room wall----I wanted to throw a brick at it. Don't watch this.

I just have watched the movie and I don't know why some people think the plot is confusing. For me the plot is pretty simple as for this genre: The initial assault was real. As well as everything what her cop friend has told. However, because she never had seen the suspect, she imagined it's the one at the police station. Her cop friend even foreshadows the ending when he explains that people who take part in screenings are "nobodies" including petty criminals and some cops. She got obsessed with the "suspect" and stalks him, going deeper and deeper into paranoia. Well, the suspect is basically an unrelated cop. When everything got messed up she leaves to the airport to escape. The other incidents were trivial: the bar friend just left the job, the dealer needed some time off. I am only a bit confused about the ending when she can't enter the building and there is a scene with replacement keys. I don't know if it implies that the janitor was the one entering her apartment or yet another attack of panic. Granted, it's not the most solid plot but it wasn't that difficult to follow. Generally the movie is atmospheric and indeed Lynchian in some ways. Nothing amazing but if someone wants some 2-hour atmospheric, gloomy, art-related journey then it's ok.

As the taxi drives off into the night, I half expected an exit to some European country where she is putting her life together by reliving her life she just left...thereby making an assumption on her mental state. But, that didn't happen!

Here you go...a stupid movies . When the film maker wants to spend his millions of dollars for nothing,they make cheap movies like this..

At heart, Miranda Fall is a performance artist. Her creative mind is always thinking about how she can translate mundane experience into one of her art "installations." At the beginning, we see how Miranda appropriated data from the cell phone she had inadvertently found. The life of a stranger named Arthur Anderton is transformed into a public display of his personal life, done without his permission or consideration of his feelings. This narcissistic approach to art gets Miranda into trouble when her art dealer, Paul Stark (Sam Shepard), who is her erstwhile lover, observes a mugging outside of her apartment window. Because he is reluctant to call the police, Miranda claims that she was the eyewitness and even goes to a police lineup where she is asked to identify the victim. One thing leads to another and the line between art and reality begins to blur for Miranda. Careless and carefree with the way that she uses other to shape their reality into art, Miranda may be losing her mind. "You've done a bad thing," Arthur Anderton tells Miranda, who has treated other human beings as her playthings to be displayed in her studio. In the course of the film, Miranda has a fall from grace wherein she discovers what others have felt when they are treated like objects. Her pursuit of the mysterious figure of "S" will culminate in the payoff of the film when everything seems to come back to bite Miranda. Wounded as a child when she assumed the guilt for the deaths of her parents in a car crash after she asked her mother to find her white shirt, Miranda finally grasps that it is not enough to externalize her grief by placing the shirt in a frame like a picture. It is not even clear if a mad dash to the airport will help to relieve the demons at work in the twisted mind of Miranda Fall.

I really looked forward to this movie, which I thought sounded like it was going to be a remake of an old version which starts out very similarly with a married lover, this time the boss's wife, being the actual witness who refuses to step forward when she was witnesses the attack Mireille Eros is a particular favoririte of mine and she doesn't disappoint here either. She is the consummate professional, through and through. However, she alone is not enough to save this mind bending tale of twists and very mysterious turns. Another reviewer here on IMDB is the master of the understatent when (s)he proclaims, "While the ending is left subject to interpretation.". Interpretation, indeed. My idea of being left to draw my own conclusions runs along the lines of do they get married or not, or, does the bad guy get caught eventually, not summing up the entire plot point! That's a fatal writers flaw, and let's not forget the director, whose vision it should be to bring this tale to life. Consider it a vision only partially inflated, and then perhaps a little run over by a truck. Perhaps another director would have brought it together into a cohesive experience instead of a confusing mess. I would not watch this film again and that's poor praise from me. In fact, I'm sorry I watched it at all, and I seldom say that. Take your chances if you will.