Written and Directed by Bobcat Goldthwait
Starring: Joel Murray, Tara Lynne Barr, and Mackenzie Brooke Smith
On a mission to rid society of its most repellent citizens, terminally ill Frank makes an unlikely accomplice in 16-year-old Roxy.
I’ll be the first to admit the public gets on my last damn nerve. If I slapped everyone that deserved such negative attention, I would be in the Guinness Book of World Records for Most People Slapped. Think about it, how often do you grind your teeth at the person who doesn’t thank you when you have your arms full and still hold a door for them? Do you want everyone involved in Honey Boo Boo to just die? Who are the idiots that give Jersey Shore an audience? We live in world where everyone on the road deserves to arrive at their destination the quickest; we’re just speed bumps and hurdles for the them to deal with while they ride your ass, blow through red lights, pass you on the shoulder, etc. I could go on, but we know the facts; the public at large are the biggest bunch of assholes this side of Nickelback’s green room.
Bobcat Goldthwait deserved more positive attention for this dark and fascinating film about human behavior and the contemporary world’s general lack of consideration. Frank (Murray) lives in an apartment building with loud asshole neighbors. He also has chronic insomnia and headaches – it’s not a coincidence. Between the crying, screaming baby, and their moronic parents, I’d be dreaming of their deaths as well. Sadly, these are the least of Frank’s problems. The poor guy loses his job (not before delivering a brilliant monologue on what’s wrong with the world – and he’s almost spot on), then finds out he’s dying. Tough break for Frank. Completely removed from reality at this point, he does what most of us would do – he locates a teenage reality star (think My Sweet Sixteen type shows) and blows her brains out. A local kid, Roxy (Barr), witnesses the murder and she wants in. There are so many people who deserve to die.
The film misses the mark at times, falling prey to clunky dialogue and forced perspective in the third act. Don’t get me wrong, the film is very cathartic and darkly enchanting with the Natural Born Killers meets Mike Judge angle of storytelling. The middle-aged man and teen accomplice make for very compelling protagonists – throw in the satirical edge the film rests on, and you have a very compelling tale. It feels like Idiocracy meets Bonnie and Clyde at times, and that’s just fine with me. Please take the time to check this out on Netflix’. It’s available for instant viewing. What else are you doing? Watching Two and Half Men and waiting for the laugh track?
By the way, If you’re the type of person that talks loudly or texts during a movie – remember how a Frank or Roxy would handle the situation. You’ve been warned.