At least, Slaughterhouse Five was a better film than this adaptation of Vonnegut’s novel Breakfast of Champions, or Goodbye Blue Monday (1973). In all regards Breakfast of Champions is a clumsy and clodding adaptation. For biting black humour, director/writer Alan Rudolph – otherwise a director of well-regarded films like Trouble in Mind (1986), Mrs Parker and the Vicious Circle (1994) and Afterglow (1997) – substitutes loud careening farce. Rudolph places the story in a cartoonish world of ever-present advertising and infomercials, used car sales pitches and elevator muzak. One hasn’t read the particular Vonnegut book in question. There are some aspects – Nick Nolte’s crossdressing fetish, Omar Epps as the enthusiastic ex-con – that may have worked through nuances that Vonnegut created on the page but on screen only emerge as cloddingly unfunny. One gets the impression that Rudolph has remained too faithful to the book at the expense of failing to delete aspects that did not translate to film.

Amidst this, the entire cast – and it is a very respectable cast too, including cameos from novelist Tom Robbins and Vonnegut himself playing a commercials director – deliver over-the-top and silly performances. One of the worst offenders here is Bruce Willis, seemingly back in Death Becomes Her (1992) mode and trying to play comedy by rolling his eyes a lot and cravenly cringing. And, as in Death Becomes Her, the results are terrible – Willis’s comedic talents are best when restricted to the flip wit of the Die Hard movies. Around the time that Breakfast of Champions came out, Willis made a big thing about giving up being an action star for more serious dramatic parts – a risky move – and if this is the result, one can guarantee that Willis’s career is going to be heading back down toward the line of flops he had in the early 1990s.

Moreover, in Alan Rudolph’s cartoon world there is no particular hook for us. We never understand why Dwayne Hoover is hallucinating and thinking of committing suicide. Is one meant to draw the impression that the banality of the cartoonish tv commercial world that Rudolph creates around him is driving him to it? But if this world is intended satirically we never get any clear impression of what Rudolph’s intent is – the impression one instead gets is that having a series of sets inundated with advertising banality it is merely part of the grand farce that Rudolph has assembled. Similarly, we are granted brief glimpses of the fantastique as we see Kilgore Trout’s visions of an otherworldly paradise whenever he looks into a mirror, while at the end, Rudolph has him entering a mirror and going to live in his paradise world as a child again. What this is all about is completely baffling. We are certainly given no clues. The result is a film that tries to be a satire without giving an audience any clear idea of what it is satirizing. And as a film it reduces the works of one of America’s greatest modern satirists to ham-fisted farce that is barely only one step above custard-pie slapstick.

Director Alan Rudolph’s other films of genre interest are:– the obscure Premonition (1972) about students who take a drug that creates precognitive visions; the gory Barn of the Naked Dead/Terror Circus/Nightmare Circus (1973); Endangered Species (1982) about the cattle mutilation phenomenon; Trouble in Mind (1986) and its quasi-sequel Equinox (1992), film noirs that were set in a vague futuristic world; and the appealing afterlife romance Made in Heaven (1987).