One of those films that's coded as (and said to be), yet is something strange and sui generis that you are never quite sure who or what to trust. At times, the mise en scene resembles Les Vacances de Monsieur Hulot, and Williams' sotto voce asides have a sonic quality within the overall sound mix that makes them sound like Hulots strange noises. (And what a change from Williams' monologuing his cocaine-fueled stream of consciousness into a microphone and PA system.) Here's a question, though: is Duvall a good or bad singer? He Needs Me is not classically 'good', but there's something about that performance that is literally haunting, in the sense that it returns, unbidden, to your mind.