It's just the absolute strangest, weirdest, most bizarre little rant about nothing.
I love Sam Elliott, and the title alone intrigued me, but gosh, I've no clue what it's meant to be about, or to convey, and what was real, and what was imagined, or what may have been dementia or senility.
Just odd. Quirky. Zany. Dreamlike.
A few fun moments (like the confrontation with Bigfoot), but more unanswered questions than answered.
Oh well, maybe that was the point after all.
Or maybe not.
One rarely knows with such things, Hitler and Bigfoot being Exhibits A and B, so perhaps the title says it all and is the truth in advertising I overlooked.
