It should come as no surprise that this film comes from the same pen that scribed 'Dogtooth', 'Alps' and 'The Lobster' : Efthymis Filippou. This dark and deadpan comedy shares the same pathos and lack of surface emotion. For those following the so-called 'new greek wave' this shouldn't be passed over.
Wonderful. Wacky. Totally within its own world. Following the main character and all of his affectations only endeared me to him more. The film understands this and handles the affectations with grace and fully commits to them in a way that the viewer can believe it. The film is a very strong, and perfectly peculiar, film that was a joy to see.
The film contains: car people, motorbike people, boat people. There are adults (both men and women), children, a man-bear, dogs. There are parking lots, roads, dirt roads, seaside roads, homes. There are musical moments with actors singing songs. There are driving moments on different vehicles. There are gloves, helmets, shoes & boots, leather jackets & jackets with internal linings.
Debut feature film co-written by one of the Dogtooth writers, this latest journey in Greek absurdist comedy, a road trip where the driver 'is' the vehicle falls a little short of the mark. There are some truly great and wry moments in here and a swag of interesting ideas but as a whole it lacks in pace and development at times feeling like the same joke told over and over. 2.5 stars
Grek John Hawkes lives in his car, has a patient family, a dead friend who appears to him, some driving gloves and a boss moustache. 2 days after seeing this it hit me that this might be one of the most brutally sad movies I've ever seen that didn't make me sad at all. It's deftly handled with odd moments of surealism.
It might feel, in the moment, like a daring and powerful directorial choice to structure a film using all the established elements of absurdist deadpan comedy, but without any comedy. I can understand how, caught up in that exciting Greek wave, you might convince yourself that it'd be deep meta-commentary, and not insulting, self-indulgent, and of mediocre intellectual merit. I get it. I just wish Makridis had, too.