This shouldn't be a boring film with the elements it contains, but unfortunately it manages to be boring thanks to the screenplay.
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
