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Keeling Brothers Score High Points with ‘I.Q.’

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I.Q. is a high school horror movie made by people in high school. If that sounds awful, get ready for a surprise: This is a wildly precocious piece of work.

It was made by the Keeling brothers, Aaron and Austin, who grew up in Lansing, Kansas. They started tinkering with their parents’ camera in junior high, making silly short films. By the time they got to high school, their work had evolved considerably. Influenced by the surreal, nightmarish films of David Lynch (as well as his scrupulous approach to sound design), the Keelings’ Playtime with Schlompkins and Pop Spoon are about as professionally made as anything you’re likely to see by teenage moviemakers.

I.Q. is their first feature. Aaron wrote, directed and shot it, while Austin edited, directed and co-starred in it.  (They also performed numerous other tasks – too many to name here.) It took 344 days to complete, and the finished product runs 79 minutes. It’s a testament to their skills (and the Keelings have got MAD SKILLS) that about an hour of it is fun to watch; you often forget you’re watching a high school production. The best thing about it is that, perhaps for the first time, the Keelings have something to say.

It’s set in a high school where all the students are being left behind. The principal, Mr. Thompson (Bobby Parsons), is under enormous pressure to boost the school’s standardized test scores. He’s desperate when the devil shows up in his office in the form of a salesman (Brian Snodgrass), who pitches him on the idea of distributing a miracle drug called NCLB-240. All the students have to do is pop a little green pill every 30 minutes, and their intelligence levels are guaranteed to rise.

Five students – Amy (Jenny Curatola), Mike (Andrew Shafer), Caitlyn (Katie Cook), David (Austin Keeling) and Rachel (Amanda Pina) – are chosen to test the drug based on their lousy grades. Their scores improve dramatically, but pretty soon they’re all going cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs.

There’s some playful social satire going on here. The five unlucky students are assigned to a class taught by Mrs. Robinson (Bianca Elliot), who kindly urges them to “come take your pills, kids.” The Keelings are making a subversive statement about standardized testing, which became such a central aspect of the public education system in this country under Bush II. They may be the first filmmakers who grew up in the Bush years to actually make a feature-length movie about growing up in the Bush years.

The opening sequence is a real grabber, hinting at the terror to come, but after that there’s a lot of exposition to get through. I’m not sure what to make of the subplot dealing with Amy’s boyfriend breaking up with her. Aaron Keeling’s script never quite sells us on the idea that the parents would be left completely out of the loop when it comes to the drug experiments. Of the younger performers, Austin Keeling is the best at delivering his brother’s dialogue, but the other actors have their moments. Pina is especially moving in the scenes where Rachel falls behind the rest of the class and starts taking more pills.

Just when you think the film is about to test your patience, the side effects of the drug start to kick in, and the Keelings unleash a tidal wave of imaginative horror imagery.

The most terrifying things happen inside an operating tent, which the students visit in their dreams. (I love the Wizard of Oz touch of casting Parsons in the role of a mad doctor conducting gruesome experiments.) I won’t soon forget seeing the guy with the dripping head wound, or the other guy with the birthday candles sticking out of his chest. In one of the most unsettling scenes, the students have their mouths sewn shut and buttons sewn into their eyes. I bet the Keelings were pissed when they saw Coraline had beaten them to the punch!

I should single out Elizabeth Decker for her spectacular makeup FX work. The original score (by Chase Horseman) and sound design also contribute to the film’s overall air of professionalism. As do the cinematography and editing, from first scene to last.

The Keelings go out on a high point, finding an ingenious way to encapsulate some of the ideas rolling around in their heads. It’s a stunning finale, one that hints at great things to come, and I expect nothing less from these talented young filmmakers.

I.Q. is available on DVD. It has full-length commentary, deleted scenes and bloopers. You can buy it here. The trailer for the film is on YouTube.

‘Fear and Loathing’ - Buy the Ticket, Take the Ride

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I thought Terry Gilliam’s The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassas was supposed to come out last week. According to Wikipedia, its “projected theatrical release date is June 6, 2009.” That’s last Saturday, which doesn’t make much sense in retrospect. Anyway, when it didn’t open, I needed my Gilliam fix. So I decided to revisit Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.

I hadn’t seen it in years, but I remembered liking it. It’s one of those movies where half the people get up and walk out of the room, while the other half stay glued to their seats. The first 40 minutes are a lot of fun, but then things turn sour. I think that’s a good metaphor for heavy drug use: Fun at first, then no fun at all.

Johhny Depp is ideally cast in the role of Raoul Duke, the hero of Hunter S. Thompson’s 1971 cult novel. Ostensibly in town to cover the Mint 500 motorcycle race, Duke spends most of his time hiding out in hotel rooms on the Las Vegas strip and taking copious amounts of recreational drugs, like LSD and mescaline. Along for the ride is Dr. Gonzo, Duke’s “rotten attorney,” played by a bloated version of Benicio del Toro.

Drugs are all there is to this movie; they dictate both style and content. The motorcycle race is reduced to a single sequence, which Gilliam films like a Mad Max movie. The rest is all about what drugs Duke and Gonzo are on, what effects the drugs are having, and which crazy person they’re with. Part of the fun of Fear and Loathing is all the cameo appearances. Here’s Tobey Maguire in a fright wig! There’s Penn Gillette as a carnie! Did Lyle Lovett just ask me if I wanted some LSD? Why is Christina Ricci painting portraits of Barbara Streisand?!?

Like every Terry Gilliam movie, Fear and Loathing is a wondrous technical achievement, at once beautiful and ugly to look at. Certainly it’s the most realistic drug film since Roger Corman dropped acid and directed The Trip (1967). It’s also entirely hilarious. At one point, Gonzo spills a salt shaker filled with coke and says, “Jesus! Did you see what God just did to us man?” There’s also an amazing, make-you-throw-up-from-laughing scene in which Depp has an orange towel around his head and Del Toro is faking his own death in the background. The film is a comedy, but you can’t accuse Gilliam of glorifying this lifestyle, not when he includes a money shot of vomit splattering a toilet bowl.

It’s great to see this director working in a non-fantastical realm, applying his bag of tricks to the freak show that is Las Vegas. As Raoul Duke says, “It’s the American dream come true, pure Horatio Alger.”

I looked up the release date for The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassu and it doesn’t open until September. Check out this amazing still from the film, which features Heath Ledger’s final performance…

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Drugs, Youth and a ‘Wet Foot Duck’

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This is the first in a trilogy of films written and directed by Jesse Barack and co-written by Daniel Forberg. Barack is 21, and is already an award-winning filmmaker, having received a festival prize for The Long Road to Gary, a mockumentary he directed at 17. In recent years, the democratization of production and distribution brought about by the digital age has produced a new generation of talented and prolific young filmmakers. This is just as well; look at Fassbinder, whose death at 37 robbed us of who knows how many masterpieces. Young people should get started in film as soon as they can.

Barack has compared Wet Foot Duck to a mix between Paul Thomas Anderson’s porn-industry epic Boogie Nights and a Bret Easton Ellis novel. It’s about Harvey, a college-age guy who starts doing coke with his girlfriend and spirals downward from there. Like The Long Road to Gary, the film has a meta/experimental style; there’s no dialogue for the first 7 minutes. Instead, a sardonic narrator comments on the action, as Harvey and his friends get in way over their heads and end up the targets of violent drug dealers.

The plot isn’t much, but Barack makes up for this with a confident shooting style and a multitude of nicely chosen New York locations. The narration is hilarious (”his imagination moved in wild strokes like a fugitive lab monkey”), and the actors are photogenic and appear to be having fun.

Barack has designed the trilogy (Part Two is called Fritz, Francis and Frederick) as an anti-drug cautionary tale for teenagers. Whether it’s successful in this respect isn’t for me to judge. What I can say is that this director is speaking to his target audience on their level. The behavior of the characters, especially in a very funny bit involving text messages, seems authentic.

Everyone wants to appeal to the coveted teen demographic. Young filmmakers have the added advantage of actually knowing the people they’re trying to reach.

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