Noel David Taylor writes, directs and stars in an inventively absurdist feature debut about a jealous screenwriter on the fringes of the indie movie-making scene
At one point, the screenwriter protagonist of this microbudget meta
comedy observes to the shady producer he’s working with that “this isn’t really a movie, just a bunch of scenes about some random guy”. It’s funny because it’s true – literally so. And also because the end credits reveal said protagonist’s name is actually Guy. An irritable, self-absorbed scribe on the fringe of the indie movie scene, Guy, who spends a bit of time under a real table as well as under pictures of tables, is played by the film’s writer-director-producer Noel David Taylor, who is clearly having fun mocking the milieu as well as himself. Early in the movie he seethes with jealously at the latest work by another self-serious film-maker (Katy Fullan), a delicious pastiche of arty cinema, all jump cuts, moody guys smoking next to shabby walls, and dumb voiceover monologue. (“I always thought fluorescent lights were so beautiful.”)