Look! It's a decidedly mediocre movie about a mentally unstable ex-con who is really innocent but is now on the rampage, after the guy whose bad football playing put him in prison. It's not really a rampage, I suppose, because that would be too exciting. Wouldn't want us to start caring, would you?I don't get it. Maybe there is some profound meaning or gesture that I am missing in Buffalo 66, but I sure didn't miss it for lack of interest. I paid very close attention to this movie, not because it was interesting, but because I wanted to know if there was something that would elevate it to more than dull. This is Billy Brown, rather unfortunately named to reflect his parents obsession with football. He's an asshole with a heart of gold. He has a strange compulsion to use bathrooms and phones more than would seem necessary. He is also a neatfreak. Oh. And he's out to kill someone, but not before he stops to visit dear old mommy and daddy who quite nicely ignore him. However, they really like his 'wife', a young lady named Wendy Balsam (only that's not her name. Her name is Layla.) whose complexion resembles that of a pale snowman and who he quite conveniently kidnapped. Plus, one should never forget to acknowledge the random bursts of song and dance that accompany this movie. I guess they figured 'just one more drink' wouldn't hurt while scripting. The rest of the plot is essential to the less than stunning conclusion, so I'll leave it to you to watch it. Or not. Either way, it doesn't really matter.Vincent Gallo is the creepiest looking guy I have ever seen, and when you pair that with Christina Ricci's 'I got arsenic' look and his parents stark wierdness, it'll probably make your skin crawl. I don't think that was intended.