Gus Van Sant has it out for me

So we watched Gerry tonight. I fucking hate Gus Van Sant, but after this one I'm convinced that he hates me, too.

David Lynch got into filmmaking because, he says, he wanted to see his paintings move. Gerry was like watching a painting that doesn't move. For an hour and thirty-eight minutes. Two guys lost in a desert; sure it looked nice, but I wanted a little more action. Not Joel Silver type action, necessarily, but something... Anything! Seriously, watching a close-up of Damon and Affleck 2: Electric Boogaloo walking for five minutes isn't my idea of "captivating cinema".

This is meant to be an "experimental film". Whatever that means. Not like I haven't seen a movie that uses tracking shots before. Or shots that go on for ages. (One wonders if Van Sant -- Hitchcock fan that he purports to be -- has ever seen Rope.) Where's the experimental part in all this? Nikki suggested that it might be to see how much the audience could take. I have to concur.

In the end, Damon kills Affleck and is rescued moments later by a family inexplicably driving through the desert. Supposed to be tragic, I guess. Would have been better to have them both die and then be discovered by a family inexplicably driving through the desert. I coulda got behind that.