"This is not a hotel room... it's a vagina"

I watched this movie yesterday and am wondering why most people hate it so much? Is it because Al Pacino is everything but glamorous in playing a drug addict New Yorker Jew on his way to hell with no way out or simply because most people are just too cozy with the mainstream Hollywood trash – it is hard to tell. Despite its obvious faults I loved this film and recommend it to anyone who values Al Pacino over Ryan O’Neal or Téa Leoni over Kim Basinger for that matter. By the way, she was great in this movie as well. What can I say – I am a sick puppy…


(When Al Pacino wanted to film a scene in my mom's bathroom, she welcomed him with open arms - Suzanne Brouillard)
“The offer came in a "Dear Resident" letter slid under the door of my mom's Greenwich Village apartment. The letter said a movie company was looking for a hallway leading straight into a bathroom with the original 1950s fixtures intact. My mom, Mildred, a retired schoolteacher who taught in the South Bronx for 30 years, responded quicker than the cops in "Serpico."
What woman is going to tell Pacino - who still looks dashing at 60 - that she doesn't want him to take a shower in her bathroom? Plus, Mom would get a nice location fee. …Then it was quiet on the set. His shirt-tail out and hair tousled, Pacino arrived, speaking in the Southern drawl of his character. A method actor par excellence, Pacino reportedly had been using this accent for months on and off the set.
"Take One and roll." The sound of tinkling, moaning, and an occasional swear word could be heard for 40 seconds. Pacino zipped up and staggered down the hallway before turning into the kitchen.
"Cut," said director Dan Algrant.
"I had to pee like an elephant," said Pacino.
"You forgot to flush," somebody said.
"Make it a shorter experience," said Algrant. "And ... action."
They filmed the scene again, taking 35 seconds of toilet time. Pacino, dubbed "Al Cappuccino" for his love of caffeine, was wired. But how many doubles had he gulped? On the next take, we learned Pacino's secret: He had a hot water bottle filled with cranberry juice in his pants because he was supposed to be urinating blood. We knew because he forgot to shut off the valve and the juice dribbled all over mom's oriental rug.
Pacino shook his head sadly. "Why do I have the feeling that the woman who owns this apartment is gonna sue me?" he asked.
"Oh, no, she's not," said my sister, Sandy, a lawyer, as the crew laughed.
"Well, you're one of only a very few then," said Pacino.”