Crumb Catcher

An engaging, heart-racing film with an incredibly well-casted ensemble. Each actor shines in their respective roles--weirdo, furious and passionate, there's an edge and something darker eating away at each of their insides, which begins to leak as the film reaches its climactic end. The film is for sure an ode to the macabre, sideshow suspense of the freaks and thieves, film noir and whodunnits. Ella Rae Peck grips the plot by the scruff of the neck and drags it forward as she attempts to keep sane amongst the suspicious behavior of the rest.

The love between both leads is soft and sweet and gives weight and more sadness to the drama unfolding.

So the movie is entirely about watching the train derail and whether the audience will be satisfied with how badly these horrible people get the comeuppance that is due each and every one of them a trillion-fold times infinity via a devilishly brutal climax.

And meh. Some stuff happens. But not nearly to the absurd degree needed to undue the abysmal portrayals throughout.

Instead, at the very end it sadly tried to play on sympathies that just simply weren't there. So no, it did not succeed at the Gothic Noir stage play thing it was going for - which is a total bummer since I usually like things that Larry Fessenden has a hand in.

It is tense. For sure. Someone might like that.

"Came back, Shane" was a funny line.

So my girlfriend sucks at eating, and i found this movie on a whim. I had no idea what I was in for! I mean, the movie was terrible, like reallyyy terrible, but this guy's invention was genius! I'd buy a crumb catcher from this guy in alllll 50 states!

Zippitoy boppity flippity doo, i need more required characters, but how about you!!!??

Alright, i guess add more. I really do like the crumb catcher idea. You have no idea how aggravating it is to have someone who eats in your bed. Like there should reallllyyy be an invention to deal with people like this. Some day I'm gonna have a mental breakdown. Fin.

Chris Skotchdopole's first attempt at directing didn't stand out, but it did have some merit. The writing credits belong to Chris Skotchdopole, Larry Fessenden, and Rigo Garay, and that's where I had a few criticisms, particularly regarding the story's dynamics. It was unique, but even for that, you need some believability - and this story was just lacking that! So, we can consider it a strained effort at an absurdist suspense-thriller.

The entire story hinges on the notion that Shane and Leah are truly in love. They are supposedly so in love that Shane is terrified of their marriage falling apart if the "blow job" video with another woman is exposed. However, these two have absolutely no chemistry. Garay portrays Shane as bug-eyed and anxious, while Peck depicts Leah as a manipulative power player. There's nothing to really bring these two together and keep them together, so in the end, none of this really adds up.

This isn't a captivating piece of filmmaking, but rather an idea that is stretched beyond the capacity to naturally maintain one's attention without relying on flashy filmmaking and even flashier themes.