Sally (2002) from Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy; Greg Wroblewski) |
Independent film produces some of the freshest material
in the arts today. Because of the lack of restrictions, the indy
filmmakers are free to explore an uncompromised vision. There are
those who assume that this is, in itself, a positive, but when you
strip away the emotionalism, you'll realize that freedom itself is a
neutral concept, neither positive or negative. Was it good that Hitler
was able to act with complete freedom, unfettered by the compromises
that would have been imposed on him by men who thought inside the box?
Of course not. It was bad that he was able to realize his
uncompromised vision. Freedom is like The Force. It also has a dark
side. And so it sometimes is with independent filmmakers. When the
director is also the screenwriter and has no need to answer to any
studio money or marketing guys, it can be a great blessing, but it can
also mean that there is nobody around to say, "you do know this
completely sucks, right?"
The same unfettered artistic inhibition that engendered The Producers and Reservoir Dogs also produced Sally from the dark side of the force. It is an example of everything that is wrong with independent filmmaking. The film opens with a nutty, emotionally dysfunctional loser driving a car. This is Jack and he's on a road trip with Sally, his imaginary girlfriend. He stops and picks up a teenage female hitchhiker, and they are eventually joined by a stowaway, "Bugs", another nutburger who has spent his whole life in the Marlboro Country Home for the Seriously Mental until he decided to escape and begin a search for his own dream woman. His own imaginary girlfriend is "Sally", a woman pictured on the soup cans at the institution. Now do you see the essential conflict? The two insane guys realize that they are in love with the same imaginary girlfriend. This situation probably wouldn't mean too much if occurred between you and me, but you have to remember that these two guys are the quintessential bull goose loonies. For them, the conflict produces plenty of jealousy, and their heightened emotional states result in a lot of gun-waving and reckless driving. Imagine Jack's distress when he finds Bugs making love to his imaginary fiancée. (You'll have to be content with your imagination. That might have made for a good scene, but it never happened.) |
In the process of resolving their jealousy over the imaginary woman, they both begin to feel attached to the female hitchhiker. She ends up going for Bugs, the sensitive insane loser, rather than Jack, the macho insane loser. Of course, this causes Jack to wave his gun around even more than usual, because he now feels that Jack has stolen two women from him. There's only one sensible solution. The other two have to tie down Jack with duct tape and make him continue the road trip from the comfort of the trunk. Hey, it seemed sensible to a bunch of gun-totin' looney-tunes. |
|
Thus it proceeds until they all end up back at the Marlboro Country Nuthouse, where they eventually set aside their differences to form a strange bond against the forces of the establishment, because the hitchhiker is pregnant with Bugs's future loony child, and the evil head doctor wants to perform an abortion. I guess preserving the life of the child is some kind of survival instinct that unifies all loonies against the non-loonies. I mean, if they aren't allowed to reproduce, how can they maintain enough members to defend themselves against the anti-loony elements of society? What would happen, for example, to the Extremely Silly Party? | |||||
|
Or something like that. I can tell you that it is every bit as good as it sounds. |
||||
|
Return to the Movie House home page