JOSEF NOVAK

Tashi is a schizophrenic emotional fraud who holds no value in fidelity, or clarity in purpose. There is no person with whom the viewer can connect in a normal way that edifies being alive and well. It has an edgy cadence that could be deemed luring to our salacious quirks, but hardly a life that should be coveted. The ending is a shambles of immaturity and may prove that these guys were more in love with each other than they could be with any woman. To tennis aficionados, the last thought is - how did the tournament manager resolve the winner? I suppose one might assign bullshit to the ending.

Confusing and nonsensical. I can see how some might appreciate the delivery of the ensemble of talent, but don’t try to weave some soulful justification for a horrible attempt at esoteric brilliance - it’s simply not here.