It could be that every overlooked character actor and bit player has a script in the drawer, a starring vehicle with I-want-to-direct strings attached.
Mars Callahan's indie opus -- the enjoyably overwrought and exuberantly stylish Poolhall Junkies -- may not signal the birth of a Kevin Smith-ish auteur. His script is too derivative and cliche-ridden for that designation. But Callahan has given a gift to the world -- a great big hunk of cheese for some of our favourite movie mice to chew on.
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