Fear of Clowns (2004) from Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy; Greg Wroblewski) |
Given its less than impressive provenance as a no-budget straight-to-vid garage band film made by some buddies in Baltimore who issued a general casting call for actors, you might assume that Fear of Clowns is a complete waste of your time. You'd be wrong (as I was). It is actually a fairly cool movie. It has a script that could be made into a terrific genre movie with some tightening and some money; and it has some memorable iconography - an evil clown who kills with a large medieval axe. The story centers around a painter who suffers from coulrophobia (fear of clowns). Her self-medication for clown-filled nightmares is to paint her visions, and she's reached the status of "up-and-coming artist" because of the sheer power and perversity of her imagination. She is now being stalked by a murderous clown who resembles one of her paintings. The script's greatest weakness is that it has too many things going on. It has several red herrings. Could the murderer be (1) a vengeful ex-husband who seems to be stalking her (2) a new boyfriend whose story doesn't check out (3) a strange gallery customer who pays her a phenomenal amount of money to do a painting of his own father, who was a clown (4) a cop who always seems to be on the scene too fast (5) a mysterious private detective who watches her constantly? Or perhaps there is no murderer. As the cop says, it is very convenient that she reports being stalked by an evil clown on the opening day for her new exhibition of evil clown paintings. Making the film even longer, the solution is that more than one of the suspects are trying to kill her, so the film has several endings, and when all of the murders are eradicated, the film adds one of those "is it a dream or is it real?" endings. Altogether, Fear of Clowns runs nearly two hours, and it would work much better if pared to 90 minutes with some of the sub-plots, minor characters, and red herrings removed, but even as it is, it's not so bad. It has some scares, and a few of the wisecracks broke me up.
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Of course, there are films which are made to make
money, and then there are films which are made just to demonstrate
that the filmmaker has the capability to make better movies, and this
is in the latter category.
It really has some rough edges.
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Even the dialogue that I praised above had some confusing and
illogical exchanges in the same conversation.
I suppose that exchange was written and filmed before the designers came up with the final clown costume, because the witness's testimony indicates that she could not identify the race of the clown. As it turns out, the filmmakers decided to make the clown shirtless, and it is immediately obvious to everyone in the audience that he is a white man (see picture on the bottom right), so the dialogue makes no sense in context. And then again, one thinks that the evil clown presentation still needs some work. For example: |
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Don't they drum you out of clown school if you show up in sensible shoes? | Whoa! They really need to add a gym to Killer Klown Kollege. |
I didn't really enjoy the film very much because of its length and some of the amateurish moments, but I did enjoy the "making of" featurette on the DVD, and I'd recommend the entire package for people interested in independent filmmaking. Instead of simply showing random "behind the scenes" activities, as these things so often do, the filmmakers put a lot of thought into this feature, which is really an entire extra film assembled in chronological order, showing exactly how the film progressed from talk to reality, admitting the problems as well as demonstrating the elements that they were satisfied with. |
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