The lovely Ashley Scott Meyers, who sent us her film Man Overboard to review, wrote me a very polite email after the pounding I gave her project. It was upbeat, mildly self-deprecating, and hopeful. She will do well in this industry.
And while I had my issues with the film, it certainly wasn’t the worst thing that I’ve ever seen in the arthouse world. Most of the time, I shudder in horror at the digicam nightmares that pass as independent films.
And with that, I present to you the trailer for Irene in Time, which contains possibly every single solitary generic tenet I find offensive about independent film. See if you can pick them out. It’s like a Where’s Waldo for shitty cliches.
I’ve been training you kids for this, so you better not miss any, or else I’m seriously going to review all the Air Bud films.