Now and again, you'll sit down to a movie that begs the question: "What the f*ck was the point of that?" Please note that that's an entirely different question to "What the hell did I just watch?", which is usually what you'll find yourself wondering out loud when the credits are rolling on a David Lynch movie. Charlie Countrymen is best associated with the first question, though, a movie so rambling and misguided that it makes you miss Shia LaBeouf in Transformers mode. LaBeouf plays Charlie Countryman, a character we're pretty sure you're supposed to love (Rachel Evan Wood's character falls desperately in love with him, you see), though the script - and LaBeouf's irritating performance - make that impossible. So what we get is a two hour movie that thinks it's being deep, which - as you'll no doubt agree - is even worse than a movie that isn't deep; there's not really a plot. It's overwrought and pompous and shallow all at once. Yuck.
