I got to hear about this film entirely by accident after seeing that Valerie Singleton played a homeless woman in it. After some research, it turns out it wasn't the Blue Peter presenter, wrongly attributed (and now corrected) but someone with the same, fairly unique, name.
But the questions didn't stop there. Even just simple ones like "why is this film called Acid Rain when acid rain is never mentioned at any point in the movie?" ring out.
It's hard, and unfair, to judge a no-budget film against the work of professionals. The sound in Acid Rain is often quite poor, with loud music drowning out some of the dialogue, and many of the absurdist elements of the plot are lampooned in a pretty amusing review on Something Awful.
Yet there's no denying the ambition of the director. Spanning over many areas of New York, he takes viewers through the underworld via forests, trains, clubs and alleyways, and with almost 100 credited performers.
Now, some of those performers are street artists, filling out the runtime, and many of the other actors give performances that can charitably be described as "amateurish". But despite all this, there's a certain kind of charming ineptitude to the whole thing, a dedication to its own often muddled story that doesn't so much end as peter out.
There's a nurse going around stealing organs for no real reason, and, due to the low budget, any street scenes see passersby look into the camera, but it's hard to fault the willingness of director-writer-producer-actor Albert Johnson in daring to TRY.
But the questions didn't stop there. Even just simple ones like "why is this film called Acid Rain when acid rain is never mentioned at any point in the movie?" ring out.
It's hard, and unfair, to judge a no-budget film against the work of professionals. The sound in Acid Rain is often quite poor, with loud music drowning out some of the dialogue, and many of the absurdist elements of the plot are lampooned in a pretty amusing review on Something Awful.
Yet there's no denying the ambition of the director. Spanning over many areas of New York, he takes viewers through the underworld via forests, trains, clubs and alleyways, and with almost 100 credited performers.
Now, some of those performers are street artists, filling out the runtime, and many of the other actors give performances that can charitably be described as "amateurish". But despite all this, there's a certain kind of charming ineptitude to the whole thing, a dedication to its own often muddled story that doesn't so much end as peter out.
There's a nurse going around stealing organs for no real reason, and, due to the low budget, any street scenes see passersby look into the camera, but it's hard to fault the willingness of director-writer-producer-actor Albert Johnson in daring to TRY.