False advertising, I say. Look at this poster. See how the writer/director has mumblecore cred. The film is 80 minutes long, well within established parameters. One would think another set of pleasantly awkward encounters amongst 20-somethings was in the cards.
No, no, no. We are presented with a meanspirited Dwight Schrutish protagonist without beet cultivation skills. And I know any sensitive cat lover would have to turn away from the screen on more than one occasion. Let me describe the best gag and save you the pain of the rest of the film.
You know how some cats run to the sound of "food on the way": the crinkling of the 40 pound bag or the distinctive creak of that one cabinet door. For Goliath, it was the electric can opener. So when kitty doesn't come when called, David goes for the cat magnet. Whirrrrr. Nope. Whirrrrrrr. Oh no. As he suspects the worst, he opens the kitchen window and angles it outside. Whirrrrrrrrrrrr. Eventually, he is roaming the streets of Austin with a portable generator and the opener in his hand whirring through the neighborhood and off onto the highway.
Rating: 2 out of 10
Recommended instead: Waking Life
