After all, it's LBGTQ Pride Month...........and this one's about two dysfunctional women boffin' each other's brains out........as if they're putting on a lesbian community theater production of "Last Tango In Paris".......
They don't have to fetch the butter.......the title refers to their own bodily fluids.......
As anyone who's visited this blog knows, BQ shows no gender discrimination when it comes to self-indulgent, self-obsessed navel-gazing independent films.........
There's plenty of heterosexual-oriented film festival atrocities that I equally loathe and despise.........
Typical of such films, no story in sight..........just two annoying characters who decide to dispense with the dreary conventions of courting, dating, yada-yada.......and simply hang out together for marathon bouts of sex on the hour, every hour.........
Naima (Alia Shawkat) is a struggling independent film actress whose overbearing intensity (about nearly everything that crosses her mind) renders her depressingly annoying.......
Sergio (Laia Costa) is strictly a screenwriter's construct, as opposed to a recognizable human being.........an indigestible mash-up of Manic Pixie Dream Girl and mental patient.......
Throw 'em together and you get exactly what you think........an unwatchable goulash of Naima's neurotic blathering and Sergio's painful look-how-cute-I-am capering.........
It's all pretentious sludge, of course........concocted by people too lazy and way too full of themselves to craft a real movie....
With one peculiar exception, early on in the interminable 90 minutes......
In a cringing little bit of meta-madness, Shawkat, cast in a Duplass Brothers film, manages to piss off the touchy-feely Mumblecore siblings with her fussy, high handed overthinking of her role......
Once you see the Duplass bros enact their version of a slow burn at Shawkat's challenge to their artistry, you know they're gonna deep-six her. (And the scene's so delicately handled, it's a toss-up as who you'll dislike more........the brothers or Shawkat....)
Enough words wasted on this.......1/4 of a star (1/4).....only for that uncomfortable little scene between Shawkat and the Duplass-ers. The rest of it? Fit only for film festival culture vultures and the immediate families of everyone in the film.........
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