For Frank and Jerry Lee, carelessness was cut short by the horn of the ill-fated train that cut off Jerry's leg. Another trouble came to the house - the death of her mother, which covered the adolescence of two brothers with an ominous shadow of uncertainty. In yourself, in your strength, in the happiness that went away once and for a long time.
You can’t doubt your concern for your brother, for whom you still believe in a better future. For that, all those endless stories Frank tells his brother like bedtime stories. Crazy adventures, sometimes involving Jerry himself, with shooting, sex and a constant happy ending. The animated intersperses in the film are like distant dreams that shine with glimpses of clear sky over the hopelessly grounded Reno. The city of casinos and strip clubs probably needs losers to shade the rare successes of visiting tourists.
The Polsky brothers, with each episode, sharpen the question of life’s failures, of the almost lost faith in themselves, desperately escaping from Frank’s lips in his stories. These rough stories are still as pure as glass, untainted by a touch of irony. Irony spits out of the comfort of his own stuffy cave to hide in it again. The Flannigan brothers have nowhere to hide, so all mentions of home comfort are shrouded in the film with such touchingness. And now Annie and Frank themselves destroy the former dream of a secret place where the baseball star will hide with his beloved wife from fans. What is restless life in a motel - fate, a failure complex or retribution for loyalty to a dream?
7 out of 10
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