A handful of hapless, hungry artists brave absurdity, starvation, and a barrel of monkeys in this Boston-based romantic comedy.
While most big budget movies use product placement, Starving Artists practiced person placement, putting the name of everyone who donated even a dollar somewhere in the movie. Names appear in graffiti, newspaper headlines, and other surprising spots. "People get really happy when the find their names," says director Allan Piper, "except for one woman whose name turned up on a porno mag."
Hey, did you know the fake blood is mint-flavored?
Jay: Bert, what did I tell you about eating the props? Now go wash your mouth out with soap. You look like a fucking vampire.
This movie does contain caffeine.