Like it or not, this is an interesting film. I have the feeling that it's going to be one of those pictures some people just love, while others just love to hate.

Put it in the odd comedy genre. You know: "Rushmore," "Life Less Ordinary." Though mostly a dark comedy, this film's got a wonderful sideways feel; riding like a stunt car up on its two side wheels. In fact, I felt like a stunt viewer. Not sure what to expect from that teetering perspective, I still had fun even while suspending worries of the car flopping back down or over before the end of the trials.

Too bad, that's exactly what happens to "Breakfast of Champions." Perhaps a shade cockier than necessary, it extended it's own test course (by 20 needless minutes) falling on all fours with just about that much time left in the film. A harsh disappointment after such an exhilarating ride.

Still, Bruce Willis (as the suicidal car dealer/celebrity) and especially Nick Nolte give great performances. Actually, Nolte's performance as Willis' right-hand, dress-wearing man at the dealership deserves Oscar recognition -- and you can quote me on that.