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Syndicate Monthly Archives Wristcutters: A Love Story
Karen Newton
January 29, 2008 1:01 PM
I’ll be the first to admit that I prefer offbeat, independent movies, though they don’t always make it to Richmond often enough (yet). That’s how I justified a trip to Williamsburg last night to see Wristcutters: a Love Story. Yes, everyone in the movie had committed suicide and now lives in a purgatory-like place where everyone who’s offed themself resides. This is a place where no one smiles, it’s hot and desolate and life (well, death) is a lot like their real life, only worse. You’ll see what I mean. The movie begins with a young man named Zia zealously cleaning his room, slitting his wrists and dying on the bathroom floor…but not before noticing a hairball on the floor that he somehow missed while cleaning. The tone of the movie is set. What follows is a road trip movie. Huh? Once Zia finds out that his former girlfriend has also offed herself, he sets off to find her, accompanied by Eugene, a two-bit Russian rocker who killed himself by pouring a Dead Guy beer into his guitar onstage to get the uninterested crowd’s attention. And did I mention that Eugene’s mom, dad and brother also committed suicide, so they all reside together in this odd place? Along the way, Zia and Eugene pick up a hitchhiker, Mikal, who insists that she’s been sent there by mistake. The three take off on a road trip to find Zia’s old girlfriend and the People in Charge, hoping they will return Zia to life. Along the way, they meet plenty of other suicide victims and the audience is treated to flashbacks to explain how they offed themselves. Eventually they meet Keller, played by Tom Waits (which says it all), a man who has a camp full of disgruntled suicides and the ability to perform minor miracles. Great stuff. That’s enough of the story to whet your appetite, but be assured that the movie is full of surprises. Clearly people who take their own lives are odd ducks, so the story is full of strange people and happenings. Just sit back and let the weirdness wash over you. And be glad that people besides Hollywood make movies.
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