|Evan Glodell, Bellflower, Oscilloscope Pictures, 2011.|
There are so many ways in which a directorial debut can go wrong, and actor-director-editor-writer Evan Glodell's soporific Bellflower contains about every one.
Bad screenplay. Inane dialogue. Atrocious acting. No sense of tone, pace or character development. Hip asides and unbearably self-conscious attitude. This DOA hipster "apocalyptic romance" has it all, or nothing at all, depending on how you look at it. You have to give Glodell props for having the know how to get something this terrible made and released.
The picture is so shapeless and boring, its mentions of Mad Max make you want to leave the theater and go home to pop in your dvd of George Miller's 70s classic. Yet the film does have one strength. The cinematography is shiveringly gorgeous, smeared saturated images blurring into one another. They go to prove one major fact: a film can be as beautiful as heaven, but without the substance of narrative, cinema it does not make.