Acensbart Excellent but underrated film

Aubrey Hackett While it is a pity that the story wasn't told with more visual finesse, this is trivial compared to our real-world problems. It takes a good movie to put that into perspective.

Tayyab Torres Strong acting helps the film overcome an uncertain premise and create characters that hold our attention absolutely.

Juana what a terribly boring film. I'm sorry but this is absolutely not deserving of best picture and will be forgotten quickly. Entertaining and engaging cinema? No. Nothing performances with flat faces and mistaking silence for subtlety.

NateWatchesCoolMovies The Big Empty is a quirky, off kilter little flick that packs a backpack full of borrowed elements from the Coen brothers and David Lynch, before embarking on a perplexing outing into the Twilight Zone. That's not to say it rips any of these artists off, and indeed it's got a style and cadence all its own. It just loves other oddballs before it and wants to wear it's influences proudly. Everyone's favourite lovable schlub Jon Favreau plays John Person, a flailing, out of work actor. He's presented with a dodgy proposition by his whacko neighbour Neely (eternally bug eyed Bud Cort). Transport a mysterious blue briefcase to a remote town in the Mojave Desert called Baker. There he will meet a much talked about, little seen individual called The Cowboy (Sean Bean), who will take the case off his hands. He agrees, as he must in order for us to have a film to watch, and heads out to the back end of nowhere. In any respectable piece like this, the town our hero visits must be populated by weirdos, eccentrics, dead ends, missed encounters and an abiding, ever present atmosphere of anomalous peculiarity. Right on time, he meets a host of charming characters, including Grace (Joey Lauren Adams), her sensual daughter Ruthie (Rachel Leigh Cook), Indian Bob (Gary Farmer), grouchy FBI Agent Banks (Kelsey Grammar), and a bunch of others including Daryl Hannah, Melora Walters, Jon Gries, Brent Briscoe, Adam Beach and Danny Trejo. He's led from one head scratching interaction to the other, each step of the way proving to be a step behind the elusive Cowboy, with no form of coherence appearing to ease poor John's bafflement. I was reminded of Jim Jarmusch, particularly his masterpiece Dead Man, perhaps because Gary Farmer appears in both, but most likely mainly due to the fact that both films follow a hapless Joe on a journey that doesn't seem to be going much of anyplace, but holds interest simply by being bizarre enough. Favreau is the only one that doesn't fit, the outsider whose laid back suburban affability creates friction with almost every individual he meets, all who seem to have wandered in from the outer limits of some other dimension. Sean Bean is relaxed, mercurial with just a dash of danger as The Cowboy, quite possibly the strangest person John meets. The film has unexpected jabs of humour too, which occasionally breach the surface of its tongue in cheek veneer of inaccessibility. Upon meeting Indian Bob, John inquires: "Are you Bob The Indian?". Bob jovially retorts "No, I'm Lawrence the f$&kin Arabian." Gary Farmer brings the same cloudy, sardonic cheek he brought to the role of Nobody the Indian in Jarmusch's Dead Man, which had much the same type humour as this one: little moments of hilarity buried like treasures amongst the abnormal. Sometimes I muse that films like these which seem to really go nowhere in high style are there simply to give your brain a workout in odd areas that it wouldn't normally play in. Set up a voyage like this, lead the audience down a yellow brick road and arrive at.. well basically nowhere in particular, just to chuckle at your efforts to figure it all out, jab you in the ribs and say "Don't take this stuff too seriously, man!". Or maybe not. Maybe there's deeper meaning behind the meandering, that will reveal some holy significance. This one, though, I doubt it. It's pure playtime.

AxelVanHorn I have never in my life seen such a dull plot. They writer and director in that occasion, must have stolen all the movies he liked and yet created something boring. Who produce this movies? I understand the caliber of the actors playing in it, but why people spend money making these junks? The story seems fake from start to end, this damn suitcase is empty when the actors hold it The movie fails even for the obvious, to make you interested what the hell is in the suitcase.The guy is a low life, who has sex ideas coming out of nowhere and getting horny for every chick around. Even the masturbation reference is given in such an amateur way from the writer slash director.If you suffer insomnia, watch 30 minutes of that. On extreme cases take a lethal dose of 1 hour. If by accident or force you watch the whole flick, you will be in a comma, for several years, so make sure you live a note behind for the people who love you. I want a refund for my viewing time.

moonspinner55 A soggy mash-up of genres, with Jon Favreau playing a comically (or, perhaps satirically) narcissistic unemployed actor in Los Angeles who accepts a courier job from his eccentric neighbor; his assignment is to deliver a blue suitcase to a man named Cowboy out in the remote town of Baker, CA...but when he gets there, the connection has already left. Most unemployed actors in Favreau's situation would turn around and head home, but he instead checks into the local motel and gets involved with several of the desert denizens. Writer-director Steve Anderson doesn't seem very intrigued by the familiar material, nor is he particularly anxious to put a different spin on it. It's "U-Turn" or "After Hours" accented with a Lynchian non-sensibility. Once the protagonist gets locked into this bizarre town, Anderson offers him nothing but off-putting company and outlandish avenues. Favreau (easy-going in a bowling shirt) ogles the sexy cowgirls--and his own reflection--without giving us a genuine character. This type of indifferent cockiness can get awfully monotonous, despite Favreau's overall polite nature. He's a handsome lug with an open face, yet he projects no other personality except as the proverbial guy-on-the-make. *1/2 from ****

scfaulkner I've just read a slew of reviews of this film. People really hate this movie and to be honest, I don't understand why. In The Big Empty, Jon Favreau plays an out of work actor who is hired/blackmailed by his landlord/neighbor (Bud Cort, aka Harold, of Harold and Maude) to deliver a briefcase to a Cowboy in the wastelands of Central California. He is reluctant, but has nothing better to do. He heads out, leaving Joey Lauren Adams in a neighboring apartment without any shoes. As he wanders through a stark, Bakersfieldian landscape seeking solace, and a violent Englishman in full-agg-hetero cowboy regalia, he is accosted by eldritch horrors, unspeakable fornications, vicious chainsaw wielding savages, and Frasier's Kelsey Grammar. Eventually, the weirdness stacks up until his disturbingly over-sized head is viciously exploded and his torso becomes a giant bowling ball. ...wait, that's not right. It's close though. This movie IS quirky and original. Don't let the naysayers fool you with their saying of nay. In this fine piece of cinema we encounter many elements that we've seen before, but they are cobbled together into a funny and cruel shoeful of surrealist whackiness. I laughed and was temporarily dumbstuck by the shear unpredictability of it all. The cast does a fine job, and should be given waffles and fine international syrups. If you're the type of person who is afraid of movies that you can't figure out in the first five minutes (or at all), go back to the DaVinci Code. You are not ready. --S.Casey Faulkner