Are We Not Cats?
A dude loses his girlfriend, job, and apartment in a day. Facing hard times as he lives in the same truck he uses to make deliveries, he meets a woman who shares his obsession of soul music— and eating hair.
Without a doubt, the best thing about this film is its soundtrack. The amount of music packed into this film was surprising, especially for an indie flick. The clever use of soul music throughout did more than enough to amplify the main characters highs and lows. It was able to make the overused and contrived manic pixie dream girl romantic subplot, believable, and even attractive at times. Paired with some great set designs of one particular Rube Golberg apartment, there are some parts that really shine.
The worst is some overused plot device to drive the conflict and story. The plot of a broken guy who escapes and fixes himself by latching onto a spritely girl has been done too many times. Despite the director's attempts of injecting, dark comedy, mental health dramedy, and even body horror, the story machinations remain stale. A little too much influence going everywhere at once, though commendable and ambitious, is a difficult thing to pull off correctly.
Delving deeper into the director’s filmography, I was pleased to find out that they’re an editor. The deft use of music and the right cues makes this apparent. I’ll remember the style of this film and be on the lookout for their next entry. If you are looking for a different flavor of the manic pixie dream punch, try this out. People looking for something a little bit more vanilla would be advised to look elsewhere.
Are We Not Cats?
Director: Xander Robin
- Couldn’t get the lead’s resemblance of Mac Demarco out of my head. Cat Demarco?
- Similarly— the female lead reminds me of CHVRCHES lead singer.
- Vindication my opinion that the right amount of knick knacks makes any livings space rad.