I like the storyline of this show,it attract me so much

Powerful

Boring

Blistering performances.

I have waited a long time to see this movie. IFC finally ran it one night. I thought it would be something like "Barfly" from Barbet Schroeder. Wrong. This film doesn't recreate that underworld of chintzy, dirty, smoke filled, character filled bars you associate with his stories. It also fails to capture that Bukowski attitude that Mickey Rourke did so well in the above mentioned film. That natural smart-ass attitude. Fans of Charles Bukowski will enjoy seeing scenes from his books on screen but those unfamiliar with his books could get the wrong impression about his works. This film looks like just another 'Movie Of The Week" about a drunk and his relationships. If you want to get a better idea about Charles Bukowski's world watch "Barfly".

Clearly this film was made for a newer generation that may or may not have had an inkling of Charles Bukowski's work. The autobiographical Henry Chinaski character in Bukowski's stories was brilliantly portrayed to perfection by Mickey Rourke in 1987's 'Barfly', also starring Faye Dunaway. Anyone who has seen 'Factotum' should certainly see 'Barfly' to get a better look at how Bukowski wrote his character. 'Factotum' lacks the greasy seediness of Bukowski's screenplay and the fearless hopelessness of his loner hero. The inadvertent humor that bubbles through in the dark desperation of Chinaski's misadventures doesn't work for Dillon as it did so admirably for the overweight filthy blood-soaked Rourke. Rourke's character makes the pain and pleasure of the previous night's misbehavior a place-setting for yet another grueling ugly day in the life of a drunken misanthropic unknown writer. Dillon's character misses these marks in favor of a strutting, handsome, relatively clean-looking wanna-be writer that scarcely passes for any moment in that of Chinaski's story. Dunaway's sleazy heroine Wanda is the perfect complement to the ne'er-do-well Henry. The women in 'Factotum' can't hold a candle to Dunaway's 'distressed goddess' and the use of more profane sexual subject matter in 'Factotum' proves to be more of a crude distraction than a tip of the hat to Bukowski's raw and unapologetic portrayals of dysfunctional relationships. I was stunned at how many of the exact same scenes were used in 'Factotum' (Marisa Tomei buying all the stuff and charging it to the old man is an exact rip-off from 'Barfly').If you want to see the best Bukowski stories on film, see 'Barfly' and 'Love is a Dog From Hell' (which also goes by the title 'Crazy Love').

Factotum as a movie is a quirk, it offers a twisted glib outlook on life. It's a bit more of a drama than a comedy and it works pretty well although pacing is slow. Matt Dillon as the lead character Chinaski does a great job of rolling along with alcohol, women, and menial employments. At center is his mocking jeering narration of work and life and his character's troubles with stabilizing his routines. He doesn't care, and this makes for quite a few entertaining scenes to say the least....perhaps ones that are pathetic in a real sense of the word. This is not about breaking out of life's problems but a flowing detailed look at the how these problems are manifested and cyclical. Would've liked a bit more history of the character, but the movie does a good job of capturing who a factotum is and what he experiences.

Factotum is slightly redeemed by some good acting from the female characters, and a determined effort not to hide from the basic fact that the main character is an obnoxious, violent, unpleasant man. The trouble is that he is not very interesting, either. None of the characters has much to warm to or be interested by. The only sometimes-sympathetic character seems to have a split personality, which I put down to a crap script rather than anything deep and meaningful in the movie. Well-photographed, and generally professional production all round, but it failed to convince me that there was any worth in its subject matter. Matt Dillon seemed to be impersonating an early Jack Nicholson without an ounce of his roguish charm.