Bloody Nose, Empty Pockets: the story of the drunkest film of the year


After impressing Sundance audiences, the unconventional semi-constructed documentary shows life in a Vegas dive bar as it closes down

In vino veritas, goes the old proverb, but the truth about truth is that it can come from any sort of alcohol.

At The Roaring 20s, the Vegas dive bar that sets the scene for Bill and Turner Ross’s ingenious, Sundance-wowing cinematic boundary-blurrer Bloody Nose, Empty Pockets, the motley patrons find profundity in beer, whiskey, gin, rum, vodka – really everything except wine, come to think of it.

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