SIFF - Secret Fest #2 (can't say, won't say) 47

Welcome to Indie County! You know the place. Look over here: there's the dwarf who has a fixation on trains. Hey bud! And look over there: there's the retarded killer who likes french fries. That's right, my friend, they sure are tasty!

But we're gonna pull over and rest for ninety minutes in the dark side of Indie County. Not Tarantinoville; that's a few more miles up the road. No, I mean the wrong side of the tracks. Here, the buildings are taller, cast longer shadows, the colors drabber, the concrete and the blacktop harder. Things aren't as happy as they are on the good side of the tracks. There's less friendship and more danger, and people just don't have the time or energy to be quirky.

Yes, the residents of the bad side look forbidding. They advertise their scars, and want to lure you into their lives with the whisper of taboo. But the bad side of Indie County has a secret it doesn't want you to know: It's all the same soil underneath, good side or bad. It's stable, dependable soil, and everyone in Indie County walks on it and feeds from it. So fear not, gentle traveler. No matter how uncomfortable it might get (and it can get uncomfortable), remember: You know these people, and they won't break the skin. Even if they're a dwarf, or a retarded killer, or a...ah, that would be telling.

Where we saw it: film | We deign to rate it: outta 100
Posted by kza at 04:00 PM | Comments (1)