Both this and the Duplass brothers’ The Puffy Chair (which I also saw recently) are considered cornerstones to a rather frowned upon genre I relent to refer to by (its inane) name. But these are two very different films—one, a road trip in which the participants grow increasingly cognizant of themselves and others, and the other a frustrated telling of the occupational malaise that accompanies most of us upon our college graduation. The similarities between the two are in their hand-held camerawork and presumed improvisation. These similarities are only superficial, and my problem with their collation in genre is that it’s half-hearted and ultimately reductive.
Incidentally, academic Ray Carney champions both of these films with enough hyperbole to stir a hibernating polar bear.
by Rumsey Taylor | Source: Wellspring DVD
13 Apr 2008 10:01 PM | Submit Comment
