A "different" movie comedy, with a real feel for life at the fringe (a public bus is bound for someplace called Edge City), where everybody subsists on only generic brands (a tin can labelled "Food" and a pop-top labelled "Drink") and says "Fuck you" a lot. An automobile repossession outfit seems a likely enough launchpad for such a comedy; and a literally hot Chevy Malibu, with some decomposing extraterrestrials in the trunk, seems an unlikely enough plot complication. The movie has no real center, though it throws off some funny bits as it weaves its way along. And if there is a cult-recruiting quality about it, the polished photography of Robby Müller keeps it from sinking too far into an inaccessible underground. With Emilio Estevez, Harry Dean Stanton, and Tracey Walter; written and directed by Alex Cox.
Length: 1 hour, 32 minutes