An apocalyptic love story for the Mad Max generation, Evan Glodell’s impressive feature debut paints a classic, yet urgently contemporary, tale of the destructive power of love.
Bellflower follows two friends who spend their time building flamethrowers and other weapons in the hope that a global apocalypse will occur and clear the runway for their imaginary gang, Mother Medusa, to reign supreme. While waiting for the destruction to commence, one of them meets a charismatic young woman and falls in love—hard. Quickly integrating into a new group of friends, the pair set off on a journey of betrayal, love, hate, and extreme violence more devastating than any of their apocalyptic fantasies.
With highly stylized photography and editing, Bellflower is an exhilarating, character-driven joyride. Fueling this narrative with fantastic imagery and extraordinary performances, writer/director/actor Glodell elevates the ordinary experiences of friendship and romance into the stuff of legend. —Sundance Film Festival
Whereas I can appreciate the relatable themes, the Hipstamatic look and the interesting narrative, the way this film goes from a cute indie "coming of age"/romance to a complete MadMax mental breakdown, and one fairly uinteresting at that, left me dead cold. A film that hammers its "dare to different"-attitude but sadly lacks the nuances of relatable characters and actions in the second half.
Clumsy at times though inventive amalgamation of mumblecore, mad max, lost boys, explosive rage, post-apocalyptic yearnings as escape from modern day malaise with Frank T J (tame the cunt) Mackey overtones (as response to “girl trouble”) attempting I think to tap into a particular vein of ill-at-ease twenty something guys in society today who just can’t find a comfortable roosting place for themselves, either in bed or out. I’d have liked the film to end up trying to say how they might have taken responsibility for the choices they’d made like Woodrow having a look in the mirror and asking himself why he chose a feckless loose canon who eats live crickets – (he could kiss that mouth? suffa) then bloodies her up because she fulfils her own self prophesy…he wasn’t sniffing around Miss Meek at the local church gathering was he, he wanted to touch the flame and he got burnt. Whose responsibility is that? An overall good effort from Glodell though think it brings a sadly disempowering message with it for guys who might be grappling with these issues .…4/5
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A striking debut suspended between low-key, Sundance relationship drama and hyper-saturated, ’70s-style grindhouser.
Noel Murray at the AV Club: "The two leads of the very strange indie romance Bellflower are amateur inventors, who've tricked out their car