Haiku Tunnel

In an effort to prove that I don't just rag on the mainstream...

I'm about to do the unthinkable. I'm about to rip on an independent film. I know, I know. You can flog me later.

First, for Mr. Kornbluth, the narrator, lead actor and writer of this piece, I have two notes.
1) Untuck the shirt.
2) Cut your hair.
Yes, yes, I know, you'll look a little more messy and casual with the shirt untucked. Perhaps you're afraid it will call attention to your paunch. But tucking it in is only making it worse. Terribly, terribly worse. Terrifyingly worse, perhaps.

Sp, Josh Kornbluth, played by Josh Korbluth, in a movie written by Josh Kornbluth and co-directed by Josh Kornbluth. I know our lifes are our best sources of material, but perhaps you could remove yourself a little? Just a smidgeon?

Now, where was I? Oh right, the plot. Yes. Josh lives in San Francisco and he's a temp attempting to be a novelist. He goes to work for for a tax lawyer, goes permanent on the first day even though he fails to mail out 17 very important letters. 17 very important letters. You will hear that phrase far too many times in the movie. He doesn't mail the letters. And doesn't. And doesn't. And thinks about it... and then he doesn't. Throughout this narratives there are some cute vignettes, and whenever the film backs off from current action to Josh doing a monologue in a garage somewhere, it's actually interesting.

But as I watched this movie, I had two reactions... Or, to be more precise, I yelled two different things in the screen, "Just mail the damn letters!" and "You didn't have a better story to tell?" Maybe it's because I saw Josh when he did Love and Taxes when he was in DC in March (that is, in fact, why I rented the movie), and the story there, while not Shakespeare, was much more compelling.

This movie had some great moments in it, but it's bogged down in boring moments.