2 September 2002 | centralpark2
It's a crock, not a mock doc. If this gets good votes, here's definitive proof that only the film-makers vote for their own movie!
The absolute worst movie I have ever seen and I am not kidding. Finally, here is the proof that only the filmmakers vote for their own movie - nobody else except its own producers (and their moms, I grant you that) could vote 9 or 10 out of 10 for a movie that is so uniquely bad (incompetent and insulting and unfunny).
I wouldn't bother commenting on it but I accidentally hit this page and could not believe my eyes that people wrote favorable things about this unmitigated embarrassment, when the audience I saw it with were mortified for the film-makers and couldn't sit through it. I had the grave misfortune to see it at a film festival, and never was such bad film-making seen in 35mm! I like mock-documentaries a lot - like Blair Witch Project and Reds and Man Bites Dog and even Prefontaine was okay - that's why I went along to see it, but after this I'll never watch another one again. It's a crock, not a mock doc.
Any 8-year-old with an 8mm camera and 8 minutes to spare could make something more entertaining. And I count myself extra unfortunate, because nobody else had the chance to sit through it - I'm pretty sure that it made it into any other film-festivals let alone regular theaters. If it got released on video maybe the producers would rent it just like they voted for it. It's like Beavis and Butthead teamed up with Homer Simpson and tried to make a movie about the end of the world but they did it really earnestly for a film school assignment. And it's way too long too, it would have been better at 90 seconds long instead of 90 minutes. It would still be too long at 90 seconds, but only the film-makers and their actors would have wasted their time in that case. The making-of the movie must have been a comedy unto itself, but the resulting movie is a mortal offense to intelligent life as we know it.
Maybe the film-makers (or their moms) were running the film fesival, because who else would have let it in? I didn't believe any scenes or characters at all - there is nothing plausible or intriguing or surprising or real or amusing or witty. In fact it is the worst insult to a sense of humor. It never gets anywhere near funny. There may be a few laughs at the continuity errors and stupid lines of dialog and moments of unforgivably bad acting and total unbelievability/ pointlessness of the story, but it's no fun laughing at the movie-makers not at the movie.
Who finances expensive mistakes like this? Maybe the filmmakers themselves (or their moms, again) wasted all that good cash, because anybody else would have stuck their fingers over their noses and thrown the script where it belongs. Let's all take a moment to pray that the clowns with the writing credits stick to their day job (so long as it's not in the movies). Run and hide if there's a chance to see this movie. It's supposed to be about the
end of the world, but in reality it's the end of movie-making as we know it.