(2005, James Westby)
I gave this movie two stars for its guts in essentially mocking the shit out of its viewers. Who else would watch this?
The characterization of film-dweeb Scotty Pelk owes a lot to Napoleon Dynamite, a fact stated by just about everyone who’s seen this movie. Scotty’s an annoying über-geek, but lovable. The nice part is that he gives us film-loving hunchbacks hope: with absolutely no detectable social skills, Scotty wins the love of a hot alterna-chick. Maybe if I remember to bathe and not eat too many Cheetos during my David Cronenberg DVD marathon, I might similarly score at my local coffeehouse. Or maybe I’ll become a local celebrity thanks to my movie blog, and turn adoring pre-teen fans on to Antonioni or Hawks.
Can’t decide if I’m offended or amused by the whole thing.
This film has zero budget and it shows. But it’s a labor of love for cinephiles and there are parts of the characterization of Scotty that hit home. So, for those reasons, I deem to bestow this film with a rating of
Hmm. Now to write my article about how French New Wave films are totally awesome.