I'll give him the benefit of the doubt and assume Ted Fendt's intention was to convey a sense of agonizing boredom and mediocrity. The one star is for doing that incredibly well. And maybe half a star more for the way that everything pathetic about the film crescendos beautifully in the model train scene. Sorry Fendt. I really tried. I watched it twice! Blood from a stone...
At least it gets out of your way. You take from it whatever you put in while you sit there grateful its only seven minutes long. Nothing more, nothing less. Watching it I remembered the down times in my mid-adolescence and early twenties, waiting for tomorrow in the New Jersey suburbs, a time when the bus station to New York or to visit a girlfriend in Western Massachusetts meant liberty...glad I'm not there now.
The only reference to Ted Fendt I can find on the internet is apparently as a staff writer for Mubi.
I guess we know how this worthless, turgid, irrelevant tripe got on here now.
Mubi, have you forgotten, we pay for this crap. A bit of respect for your customers, please.
The mundane aspects of everyday life are conveyed in this little movie, the painstakingly numbing boredom which plagues our existences. No, there’s nothing special here; just like real life. Grotesquely beautiful, in a way. Would you stay? Would you go?