Jamal's Rating: 5 stars
Netflix Average Rating: 3.1 stars
I was going to be picky and give this one four stars because the ending could have been much better. But that would be ungrateful, like going to complain about the best hot fudge sundae you've ever had because the ice cream guy forgot to put a cherry on top. Truth is, I haven't laughed this hard during a movie since Napolean Dynamite. There are long stretches when this guy, in his mascot suit, is out on a lonely country road in the middle of a field trying to hand out flyers, and these scenes are priceless slapstick. For starters his mascot suit has no fingers, so there is the problem of holding the damn things. And it goes on and on and on, I don't want to spoil it. Scott Prendergast (say that ten times fast) writes, directs and stars in this film where every other character in this small town is so bored to death they turn on each other for fleeting shimmers of glee. And the lead is a wonderful lovable puppy dog of a guy. He has been kicked and spit on for so long he hardly knows the difference, and doesn't even much care, and yet he has a heart of gold and just wants everyone to be happy. Lastly, I would be remiss in my duties not to mention Conchata Ferrell, a lady pulling her hair out trying to keep this struggling business together. She seems like a caricature from one of those point-and-click adventure games; when you see her the next time she's in exactly the same state as before, bent out of shape and in terrible need of a cigarette. Five stars because it all works so well.
I was going to be picky and give this one four stars because the ending could have been much better. But that would be ungrateful, like going to complain about the best hot fudge sundae you've ever had because the ice cream guy forgot to put a cherry on top. Truth is, I haven't laughed this hard during a movie since Napolean Dynamite. There are long stretches when this guy, in his mascot suit, is out on a lonely country road in the middle of a field trying to hand out flyers, and these scenes are priceless slapstick. For starters his mascot suit has no fingers, so there is the problem of holding the damn things. And it goes on and on and on, I don't want to spoil it. Scott Prendergast (say that ten times fast) writes, directs and stars in this film where every other character in this small town is so bored to death they turn on each other for fleeting shimmers of glee. And the lead is a wonderful lovable puppy dog of a guy. He has been kicked and spit on for so long he hardly knows the difference, and doesn't even much care, and yet he has a heart of gold and just wants everyone to be happy. Lastly, I would be remiss in my duties not to mention Conchata Ferrell, a lady pulling her hair out trying to keep this struggling business together. She seems like a caricature from one of those point-and-click adventure games; when you see her the next time she's in exactly the same state as before, bent out of shape and in terrible need of a cigarette. Five stars because it all works so well.
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