Killer Diller

I went and saw the Movie Killer Diller in Columbia, Missouri and thought that it was an excellent movie. I was really excited to see it because I attend the school that the movie was filmed on. Watching the movie was really awesome because I saw several people that I knew or had classes with. Anywho this is a really awesome movie. I love the music!!! Several scenes take place behind Linn Memorial church which is located on our campus. The concert at the very end was filmed inside our field house. In one part of the film it looks like there is a building being worked on in the background. that is where one of the towns pizza shops was but the summer before it burned down and they are rebuilding. I also recognized some of the actors which made viewing the movie cool. One of the actors I don't know his name. I'm pretty sure that he was on the t.v. show Sister, Sister on the Disney Channel.

First and foremost this film is about the blues and the story of a juvenile

delinquent stuck in a baptist halfway-house who must play in a sappy christian band with fellow halfway-house delinquents when they really just want to play the blues. In this respect, the film was interesting and relatively well made. The story arc was laid out plain and predictable, but still enjoyable enough.

My criticism of the film comes when the film's autistic character Verne enters the story as a piano prodigy with an affinity for driving an invisible fantasy car. To me, this portrayal of autism is marred by typical on-screen half-truths that breed ignorance in understanding this unfortunate disorder. I will state plainly,

however, that I am certainly not an expert in defining autism, nor do I know any autistic people. However, it is clear to see that Killer Diller was not accurate. They started with trueish conceptions of autism: that those who have it have

communication disorders, preoccupation with fantasy, repetitive acts and

attachment to objects.

However, Verne, the autistic character in this film, was more less portrayed as a late-teens autistic child who has apparently never received significant treatment for his condition and thus he is basically just a socially awkward kid who drives an invisible car, shakes all the time, has to pee all the time, and goes beserker when anyone questions his "rocking." But in the end, with just a little bit of socializing and positive feedback about his piano skills, Verne is another autism success story, able to at once overcome what would have been severe speech

impediments, years of social disfunction and other problems all without

treatment, therapy or any real help.

The problem with this is that it looks like the film makers just watched Rainman and watered down the formula. All autistic children, of course, will overcome their most severe problems sometime in adulthood through random coincidence

and socialization. Afterall, their speech impediments are never really all that limiting, really just idiosyncrasies to be overcome with a few laughs. But this is resonable since all autistic people are really just idiot savants in hiding.

Rainman is a counting genius and Verne from Killer Diller is a piano prodigy.

This, to me, is dangerous, the concept of always simplifying disorders into cute, manageable characters who can overcome their "hang-ups" in 90 mins or two

hours. I'm not saying either cases are inconceivable, but the sad truth is that the communication problems caused by autism are typically overcome after

considerable work with a doctor, etc. from EARLY childhood. Verne, especially, is a case that in which the character is supposedly not treated or not thoroughly treated at all and can suddenly overcome speech impediment once he accepts

his surrounding social situation. He really has no vocabulary or pronounciation problems, just a little stumbles here and there, a few quirky repeats, a few off- kilter statements, a few simplistic, childish speeches. I think that if Verne was real, he would unfortunately never be able to carry on a conversation with

typical language. His chances of being a piano prodigy wouldn't be too

excellent....okay, you get the idea.

One last criticism: the acting of Verne in this film was not very strong. I realize this was a low budget feature with no real "name" actors attached, etc. However, Dustin Hoffman is an accomplished actor who takes his character studies to the limit. His taste for reseach and observation/immitation almost always brings

believability-- at least a considerable degree--to his roles, Rainman being no exception. In this case, the actor to play Verne seemingly went to little more trouble then to take cues from the director just before the take. "Ok, actors ready. Verne, umm...., rock back and forth....and act like you need to go to the

bathroom. Okay? Okay. Roll Sound. Roll Camera."

And so on... anyway, I honestly don't know how much research went into the

role of Verne, and it very well may have been treated with care. But I honestly didn't get that impression. Verne's place in the film ranged from comic relief to agency for change for the main character to superficial change into a sociable, well-adjusted guy. I just didn't think he was treated with respect. The only

mention/serious handling of his condition was with a doctor of sorts who spoke on his autism only in passing. If you wanted to leave this film as is, why not just cut that scene and claim that Verne is just a kooky, weird guy instead of a

character with autism, a guy who would have been dealing with a serious

condition all of his life and probably wouldn't have come out so socially apt.

This movie is phenomenal ... an out of this world performance and perfect depiction of autism by Lucas Black! Astonishing! It certainly sheds light on the world of the autistic savant as well as delivering some of the best blues guitar and piano that I've heard in a long time.

TOTALLY HYPNOTIC AND MAGICAL without being overacted and killing the message - Music heals! It is raw and real and shows the good that can come from the hearts of our troubled youth if given a positive outlet like music. I laughed, cried, danced, and sang through the whole thing. You are left with a satisfied smile and positive outlook after watching this movie. I suggest it to all my friends!

I saw this at SXSW 2004 and must say it was one of the most terrible films i had the displeasure of seeing at the festival.

The story follows a young delinquent blues guitarist named Wesley who lands himself in a Baptist halfway house after getting in a barfight over a woman and his guitar. He is forced to play crappy Gospel music with a bunch of bandmembers who hate him, until he starts sneaking a little blues into their setlist. This isn't without the help of Verne, an autistic piano virtuoso named Vernon who drives an invisible car and has a sheltering father. Not only does Wesley have to earn the respect of Vernon's father and the band, get past Vernon's jam session inhibiting disorder, but he also has to deal with the band director's hatred of the devil's music: the blues.

Vernon is the wind up monkey in this movie, his social disorder turned into a quirky little personality trait that produces great comic one liners and a voice reminiscent of Billy Bob Thornton in Sling Blade. The serious issue of autism is delt with in the most dismissive and objectifying manner, and will offend some, but probably entertain many.

This movie has next to no character development, most apparent in that of this legendary black guitarist who we are to assume is the deceased mentor of Wesley and previous owner of the guitar that means so much to him. He appears in the credits, and is never mentioned (unless you want to include a brief visit to his gravestone).

This movie is cheesy beyond all recognition, and painfully predictable. The acting is at best not spectacular, and the story is beyond cliche

There are a few redeeming aspects of this movie, well two to be specific: the music in the film (props to Keb Mo and Tree Adams), and the hotness of Niki J Crawford. But sadly this isn't enough to sway me to give this terrible film a 5.

I almost didn't see the movie because of the title, then I read the description in the SXSW directory, and I'm glad I did; it's up there amongst my favorite films from the 2004 selections.

A real killer diller, can really play, according to Vernon (Lucas Black), an austic savant at piano, who crosses paths with Wesley (William Lee Scott), a car thief sent in a halfway house. Wesley has a way of getting into trouble, but this time, manages to get something right, by striking up a friendship with Vernon, and turning the halfway house gospel group into a rockin band. The music is real killer diller, the acting engaging, and the crisis is plotted out very realistically. Scott and Black both do outstanding jobs in their roles, and they have chemistry as unlikely friends; you believe the bond. W. Earl Brown is equally believable as the gruff, loving father who does what he can to love and protect his son. Fred Willard, as the director of the halfway house, provides comic relief by believing in his mission to help the kids and in joyfully spiting his brother, who doesn't think a bunch of criminals belong in their community.

The music is outstanding; director Tricia Brock got the blues, by bringing in real bluesmen like Keb Mo' and Tree Adams to work the soundtrack and to work with the Killer Diller Blues Band. And actress Niki Crawford does her own singing (and the SXSW audience heard live proof of it). I hope there is a soundtrack released; the music is hot, rocking blues. See this movie!