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Angus with a Side of Cruel, Brutal Truth

By Dustin Rowles | Posted Under Film Reviews | Comments (15)



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Jacob Wysocki plays the title character in Terri, a grossly obese high-school kid who wears pajamas to school because this is a Sundance film and fat kids wear pajamas in Sundance flicks, OK? He’s an odd kid, even without the extra 250 pounds. His parents aren’t around, and he’s left to look after his uncle (Creed Bratton), who is in the early stages of Alzheimer’s. In his spare hours, Terri traps mice and feeds them to birds and watches because this is a Sundance film and fat kids wear pajamas to school, have uncles played by guys named Creed, and trap mice and feed them to birds while watching.

A complete outcast at school and referred often to as Double D, Terri’s principal (John C. Reilly) takes pity on him and sets up weekly meetings to shoot the shit and eat malt balls. Terri finds an appreciative connection with his principal, who was himself a “monster” in high school, but it’s almost spoiled when Terri learns that the principal collects freaks, dweebs, and spazzoids.

Things begin to pick up for Terri when he, along with half the school, espies a classmate finger-fucking a pretty blonde girl, Heather (Olivia Crocicchia), in home economics class. Suddenly ostracised, Heather warms to Terri’s niceties, and along with another outcast with severe personality problems, the three bond over their shared insecurities.

There are several really beautiful, poignant moments in Terri, and the touching and assured interplay between Terri and John C. Reilly’s principal provides a solid base of comedy to keep Azazel Jacobs’ film from wallowing in sadness. But the way that Jacobs’ lyrically handles his characters, bringing out their soulfulness and pushing them together, turns painfully dark in the third act, where he exposes those characters’ bruises and then pokes at them until they’re raw and bloody.

The third act, a whiskey-fueled bonding session between our lonely souls, nearly derails an otherwise delicately constructed film. Jacobs’ treatment of Terri here feels unnecessarily cruel, making for a painfully uncomfortable viewing experience. He takes that Tom McCarthy narrative template and he strips the heartwarming gentleness out and replaces it with harder truths almost too difficult to witness. We know that Terri is fat. We know that he feels bad about himself. We know that he’s mired in a sea of conflicting emotions. But Jacobs wants to take the viewer deeper into that morass of insecurity and self-consciousness, to experience what he’s experiencing, and the emotional shift is too abrupt, too deep. It becomes impossible to pull back and give Terri the ambiguous sense of hope that the film wants to impart. It doesn’t make it a bad film, but it does make it one that’s hard to watch without wanting to crawl inside your jacket and hide from the stifling awkwardness.

Terri screened at the 2011 Sundance Film Festival. The film opens in limited release today.









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Comments

I was going to ask if that was the kid that played Angus, but then I decided to look it up so I wouldn't look stupid. That's when I realized Angus was 16 years ago and the kid that played him would be my age now. So now I feel stupid and since I explained this all to you, I look stupid on here after all.

I do want to see this movie though.

Posted by: Sarah at January 24, 2011 2:10 PM

Are you morbidly obese and more than a little quirky? Well John C. Reilly is just dying to star in a movie opposite you, my friend.

Posted by: becks at January 24, 2011 2:37 PM

I reckon he was wearing pajamas because all the kids wear pj's to school these days. Worthless, lazy bums.

Posted by: beet salad at January 24, 2011 2:48 PM

Terri screened at the 2001 Sundance Film Festival.

2001 or 2011? It's a legitimate question, because I've never been to a film festival and don't know the shelf life of these films.

Posted by: duckandcover at January 24, 2011 3:24 PM

2001 Sundance? John C. Reilly hasn't aged a bit.

Posted by: logar at January 24, 2011 3:24 PM

jinx!

Posted by: logar at January 24, 2011 3:25 PM

Sarah, I thought the same exact thing so you are not alone in looking stupid and then pointing out your stupidity. Right there with you.

And I loved Angus and would like to watch it again so I went to Netflix and...they don't have it. What is that about?

Posted by: Staceygarrett at January 24, 2011 4:10 PM

Your Coke's in the mail, logar.

Posted by: duckandcover at January 24, 2011 4:23 PM

Hope? For fat kids? Ha.

Posted by: Lucas at January 24, 2011 6:13 PM

Azazel Jacobs? I know this is in no way the point of the review, but is that the director's real name? I mean do people really name their children after angels of death? Were Lucifer and Beezlebub a little too played out for their liking?

Posted by: Even Stevens at January 25, 2011 12:58 AM

I think the third act was the perfect culmination of all that Terri had learned about himself and his place in the world. And yes, Heather is beautiful and unattainable, but really she's just as broken inside as Terri. I thought the film was wonderful.

Posted by: A boy named Sue at January 26, 2011 11:42 AM

"But the way that Jacobs’ lyrically handles his characters, bringing out their soulfulness and pushing them together, turns painfully dark in the third act, where he exposes those characters’ bruises and then pokes at them until they’re raw and bloody."

Much like real life.

Posted by: The Wanderer at July 1, 2011 6:25 AM

Even Stevens, the name threw me for a loop too. But I thought he might be named after the X-Men character. Never underestimate nerdy parents.

Posted by: MelBivDevoe at July 1, 2011 10:17 AM

I've always thought Mephistopheles would be an interesting name for a child. You could call ihm Meph, and in he'd keep all those little Michaels, Pauls and Peters in line.

Posted by: Mrcreosote at July 1, 2011 11:53 AM

There are no little Michaels, Pauls and Peters any more. They're all Skylars, Devons and Averys.

Posted by: PaddyDog at July 1, 2011 12:08 PM