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Independent Film Festival of Boston: The Zellner Brothers & Goliath

Andrew Osborne — Sun, 27 Apr 2008 16:30:00 GMT

Goliath, a quasi-mumblecore tragi-comedy by the Zellner Brothers of Austin, TX plays this weekend at the Independent Film Festival of Boston. The indie feature, about a man who loses both his wife and his beloved cat in the same harrowing year, was first reviewed here at The Screengrab by Scott Von Doviak during the 2008 South-by-Southwest Film Festival.

David Zellner and his brother, Nathan, have been crafting distinctive independent cinema since 1996, but I first became aware of them at a terrible film festival called 30th Parallel that leeched onto the back of the 1997 SXSW fest, analogous to the Slamdance/Sundance arrangement, but much shoddier (and short-lived, since 30th Parallel barely made it through its first and only installment).

I know about the 30th Parallel Fest, because it featured the Texas premiere of my own indie film, Apocalypse Bop. The whole misbegotten affair kicked off with a back room hotel reception marked by a sad tray of vegetables and the absence of any members of the 30th Parallel staff to greet us. This led to some awkward bonding among the invited filmmakers as we all stood around, confused, waiting for some information about what we were supposed to do. Then, eventually, we all left.

Because just about every movie theater, auditorium and/or other screening venue in Austin was booked for SXSW, 30th Parallel mostly screened its selections in the back rooms of bars, which wasn’t a terrible idea in theory. Unfortunately, the Zellner Brothers had the misfortune of premiering their surrealist mime masterpiece Plastic Utopia on “Melrose Monday” at some 6th Street dive, meaning that many of the 30th Parallel films screened that evening were drowned out by blaring Melrose Place-themed trivia questions from the front of the bar.

Additionally, the 30th Parallel projectors were seeming World War II-era relics that kept jamming and breaking down every few minutes...and, even when they worked, they often caused the projected films to stutter, blur and, occasionally, melt.

And yet, it is to the Zellner Brothers’ credit that, despite all the hellacious distractions, I not only sat through the entire, tortured screening of Plastic Utopia, but came away considering it one of the most brilliantly deranged independent films I’ve ever seen, a surrealistic cult classic that, sadly, has never inspired nearly the cult it deserves.

Yet, while not cult figures on the level of, say, John Waters, Kevin Smith or Jim Jones, the Zellners have slowly built a small, devoted following, in Austin and elsewhere, despite their tiny budgets and occasional peculiar experiments like 2001’s Frontier, a faux foreign film in a fake foreign language (Bulbovian) starring an older, puffier Wiley Wiggins (of Dazed and Confused fame).

Recently, the Zellners have devoted themselves to dry, absurdist short subjects which highlight the pair’s strengths: unexpected, offbeat writing and visuals combined with their own very likeable recurring screen personas: David, the excitable, put-upon cynic and Nathan, the mellower zen weirdo.

The shorts (available for viewing at ZellnerBros.com) opened the door to the influential Sundance Film Festival, which recently premiered their latest feature film, Goliath, once again starring David and Nathan, with cameos by Wiggins and mumblecore poster boy Andrew Bujalski.

The film, in terms of tone and subject matter, plays like the bastard child of Little Children and Year of the Dog. Goliath, the titular tiger-striped tabby owned by David Zellner’s protagonist, goes missing and his recently divorced owner goes more than a little insane, eventually scapegoating a neighborhood sex offender (played by Nathan) as the source of his troubles.

The film plays out in a deadpan naturalistic style that left me yearning for a little more of Plastic Utopia’s antic narrative drive and visual invention, yet nevertheless hooked me with its own peculiar rhythms, dry wit, occasional slapstick, Asian porno drumming (yeah, you heard me) and its sometimes harrowing depiction of the hazards of love and pet ownership...without giving too much away, I’ll just note here that if you’re a tender-hearted pet lover, this may not be the movie for you.

SXSW Review: Goliath

Scott Von Doviak — Thu, 13 Mar 2008 18:00:00 GMT

The Zellner Brothers have practiced their own brand of deadpan absurdity for more than a decade in Austin, TX, but with their third feature Goliath, writer-director David and producer-director Nathan are looking to expand their emotional palette. David Zellner stars as a man in a downward spiral; he’s in the midst of a messy divorce, he’s been demoted at his workplace, and now, worst of all, his beloved cat Goliath is missing.

His initial search proving fruitless (he tries to lure Goliath back with the sound of an electric can opener), he begins papering the neighborhood with fliers, at which point he learns that a sex offender has moved in just around the corner. Our increasingly unhinged hero comes to the dubious conclusion that this man, Chad P. Franklin (Nathan Zellner), is responsible for Goliath’s disappearance. A surprising and somewhat disturbing confrontation ensues.

A description of the plot does little to give a sense of what Goliath is all about. The Zellners tend to work in long takes, sometimes pushing the boundaries of an audience’s patience. There is one mind-bogglingly extended scene involving the divorce proceedings that has the potential to clear a theater, but that was fortunately not the case at the SXSW screening. Leave too soon and you’ll miss out on some trademark Zellner weirdness, like the sex offender’s unusual method of communication or a glimpse of the world’s most bizarre Internet porn site.

There is also something moving about the grieving pet owner’s plight, even amidst the strange stuff. If it is at times too leisurely paced, Goliath does pay off with a genuinely heartfelt resolution.

The Five Most Intriguing SXSW Trailers: Narrative Films

Scott Von Doviak — Fri, 29 Feb 2008 20:30:00 GMT

Yesterday we took a look at the most notable documentaries playing at this year’s SXSW Film Festival, which kicks off a week from today in Austin, TX. Today let’s check out the narrative films. Unfortunately, some of the movies we’re most excited about don’t have trailers available online, but here’s the best of the rest.

21

Truthfully, we’re torn about this one. It’s based on the terrific nonfiction thriller Bringing Down the House, about a team of MIT students who become blackjack experts in Las Vegas, and it may actually contain the first bearable Kevin Spacey performance in years. But the casting of bland Jim Sturgess and Kate Bosworth has us wincing, particularly since the real MIT Blackjack Team was made up primarily of Asian-Americans.

Mister Lonely

A Michael Jackson impersonator falls for a Marilyn Monroe lookalike. "Meanwhile, a miracle is happening somewhere in a Latin American jungle." It could be unbearably precious, but it is Harmony Korine's first movie since Julien Donkey-Boy, so we can’t help but be curious.

New Orleans Mon Amour

Director Michael Almereyda made the little-seen but weirdly compelling Happy Here and Now (which played SXSW in 2003) in pre-Katrina New Orleans. After the flood, Almereyda returns to the Crescent City tell the story of a surgeon trying to get his life back together as the city tries to do the same.

Goliath

Austin’s own Zellner Brothers may not be following the Coens to the Oscar podium anytime soon, but they do have their own special brand of comedic deadpan. Their latest feature Goliath, about a man searching for his lost cat, got a mixed reaction when it premiered at Sundance, but the hometown crowd is sure to be on their side.

Baghead

Greta Gerwig is the undisputed queen of mumblecore, starring in no less than three such films at this year’s SXSW festival. One of them is the Duplass Brothers’ Baghead, the mumblecore horror-comedy about four friends spending a weekend at a woodsy cabin, where they are menaced by a man with a paper bag over his head. Even if you can’t stand these sort of inarticulate twentysomething characters, you can at least hold out hope that Baghead will do something terrible to them.

As a bonus, here’s a short film that will be playing this year’s festival. It’s called "I Slammed My Dick in the Drawer." We think it’s self-explanatory.

Sundance Roundup: Day 5

Scott Von Doviak — Mon, 21 Jan 2008 20:30:00 GMT

Nobody loves an overnight success story more than us, but it’s much more satisfying when filmmakers who have put in their time in the trenches finally get their moment in the spotlight. That’s particular true in the case of Austin’s David and Nathan Zellner, who have been plugging away for more than a decade since their feature debut, 1997’s indescribably zany Plastic Utopia. In a just universe, that tale of mimes and waffles would have made them the kings of indie comedy, but after the even more bizarre follow-up Frontier (shot entirely in the made-up Bulbovian language) failed to catch on, the brothers turned their attention to short films. Slowly they’ve built up a reputation, as each of the last three Sundance festivals has showcased one of their shorts (including last year’s Aftermath on Meadowlark Lane).

The payoff arrives tonight, as their new feature Goliath premieres in Park City. As David Zellner tells the Austin American-Statesman, “It's a whole other universe than being here with a short film, when you're sort of under the radar. We're learning as we're going this time.” Here’s the trailer, featuring Dazed and Confused alum Wiley Wiggins:

Elsewhere in Sundance land, the stars were out for U2 3D, which is not the story of R2-D2’s cousin, but a U2 concert film. The band and their pal Al Gore were in attendance, the Toronto Star confirms, and the rapturous reception suggest the movie may be a step up from the dismal Rattle and Hum – either that, or as Bono notes, "There's a lot of love and Irish whisky in the air.”

The Hollywood Reporter is disappointed to report that the big bidding wars have still failed to materialize. American Teen is garnering offers in the $2-3 million range, but it’s mostly the documentaries that are generating buzz so far.