Robert Downey, crawling ever higher out of the underground, has gathered together a gaudy collection of fruits and nuts, dressed to the teeth, for a New York smark-aleck metaphysical absurdist Western. The awkward timing of the jokes and the performances (to call it "offbeat" would be a kindness) makes it appear that no one is quite sure when the party is supposed to begin.

It isn't good, but once you've seen it you'll never forget it. Please, if you must see this, do see it on the largest screen possible