Which was closing night...in San Francisco. Indiefest continues over the weekend in Berkeley, where I still have to catch two final shows. Then next weekend it heads to Sugarbowl for a skiing weekend with movies. Anyway, on to the movie.
The first show of the nights was the shorts program "Altered Fates":
Patrick Warren: Very cool experimental film. Emphasis on film. A magic show of scratches on film, made with an Exacto knife. Take that, digital video!
The 100th Job: For a hit man, the 100th job is the most important. Succeed at that one, and you're made. A cool story, the only problem was director/star Micki Mihich has an accent that was distracting throughout. I kept trying to place the accent rather than think about the action. Still, his rant about rude people in movies made my day.
Vroom-Vroom!: The journey of Zoe going from a girl who'd give a goodbye blowjob to the boyfriend who's dumping her to being a Bad Ass Bitch.
Burr: Kid's picked on in school. Needs satisfaction. So he learns the code of the duel, and learns what honor means.
F.U.B.A.R.: A cartoon soldier learns how real everything becomes when you get your first kill.
Dark Yellow: Modern noir story of a couple who meet at a bar. They both hold dark secrets that come out through a night of flirtation. Kinda twisted.
Speaking of kinda twisted, the closing night film was Deadgirl. Oh boy, this was a good one. A classic coming-of-age, boy-meets-girl story, which quickly turns into a boy-rapes-the-shit-out-of-a-chained-up-zombie movie. High school losers Rickie and JT break into an abandoned hospital. Deep in the bowels they find a mysterious door, rusted shut. Behind that door they find a naked lady, strapped to a gurney, and still alive (or at least, still moving). So they do the logical thing--get some pussy. Rickie is a little revolted (and besides, he's still obsessing over his crush from when he was 12), but JT loves it. On the surface, he's a loser, but down here he's a master of his own little sex slave. Add a stoner friend who can't keep his mouth shut, a couple of jock bullies, a tragic blowjob (not the first at this Indiefest, maybe there hasn't been enough to call it a theme, but I think the moral of Indiefest 2009 is be careful what mouth you stick your dick in--avoid zombies and epileptics). Yeah, there's some sick shit in there, so of course I liked it. And the fact is it's not just about raping a zombie (although for the record, first time actress Jennie Spain redefines trouper), there's a lot about objectification, inability to empathize, the horror of growing up, and the disconnect between fantasy and reality. Yeah, I could pretend to be some sort of intellectual and explain why the movie is smart (and really, it is), but I like it because I know there's a small chance one of my crazy friends will say someday, "you know what I've never seen in a movie? A guy raping a zombie." And then I can shout out, "I have!", as if that's something to be proud of (and really, it is).