Shoehorn

I purchased this movie at a horror convention where it was being hawked. Intrigued by the idea of supporting grassroots filmmaking, and seduced by the free-with-purchase t-shirt and trading cards, I plunked down my cash. To say this movie blows, is to miss the point. True, it's slow and painful, primarily due to the poor, overwrought acting, but it does have a fun "Let's put on a show," vibe. The script has some interesting ideas in it, however it's nascent cleverness isn't really developed and is hampered by clunky dialogue. The big guy, Tom Powers, who plays the doctor seems to be having the most fun and is, therefore, the most enjoyable. He's a big ol' hambone in the fun Vincent Price/Peter Lorre tradition.

If you want to see what kind of films folks are making on their own, check this out, but don't expect to find a diamond in the rough, here.

I feel as if I have a duty to the movie viewing community to warn them about this poor excuse for a female-bonding, woman-empowerment film. Cliche laden plot threads and perfunctory acting turn this piece of fluff into a stone clunker. Only James Marsters is at all interesting in his desperate attempt to wring some emotion out of his insipid dialogue. When he's on screen the movie becomes almost good...but not quite. If you're in the mood for a liberating tale of female friendship, rewatch Thelma and Louise. If you're looking for James Marsters sink your teeth into a Buffy the Vampire Slayer rerun. Just don't take a wrong turn down these Winding Roads.

I really liked this movie, mainly because of Bergman, her clothes, her hair, HERSELF! Quinn was surprisingly endearing in an unlikely role. The whole movie has a note of self-importance, but that only adds to its charm. Even if it takes a while to get into it, stick with it, it pays off.