Ajouter une intrigue dans votre langueA bipolar, small-time scam artist gets mixed up with some wacky pornographers and takes on the run after being falsely accused of a murder.A bipolar, small-time scam artist gets mixed up with some wacky pornographers and takes on the run after being falsely accused of a murder.A bipolar, small-time scam artist gets mixed up with some wacky pornographers and takes on the run after being falsely accused of a murder.
E.C. Andersen
- Elliott Reynolds
- (as Eric Andersen)
Rodes Phire
- Amy Peterson
- (as Cheryl Rodes)
Histoire
Le saviez-vous
- AnecdotesIn the early scene in the park, a security buggy can be seen coming toward the main characters from the background. This was actually the park's security guards coming to kick the production out for filming without a permit.
- GaffesJuliet indicates that she'll throw the Yakuza henchman's body in the trash "when it gets dark". However, it is clearly night as seen through the open window and doorway.
- Citations
Rick Adams: You must think I'm a real pansy, huh. Some little fruit that visits museums and eats bagels. Watches movies in French... Well, I'm joining the police academy next week - just for that reason - to put art bullies like you back in their place!
- Générique farfeluThe opening credits are presented in a cartoon sequence featuring the animated likenesses of some of the cast members.
- ConnexionsFeatures Adieu l'ami (1968)
Commentaire en vedette
You know, with Fredianelli's continuous evolution as a filmmaker, certain tropes have become rather apparent. That's not to say that his flicks are indistinguishable from each other, but let's take the last three films. All three have a similar character arc for the Fredianelli-lead, all point to the (ever-growing) rhythms of hopeless, desperation, and nihilism, and the camp humor and violence abound to a greater or lesser extent in all three.
In short, Fredianelli's something of an auteur, but I feel somewhat privileged in viewing The Big Sleaze because it's a joke that maybe only 10 people will be in on. As much as it fits with all of the A Wild Dogs Production Presents flicks since A Bird in the Bush, it's as much a throwback to the 30-50 minute shorts that the director cut his teeth on from 2005-8, shorts that reveled in the insane and campy to such a degree as to be alienating to most viewers. That's not to say that these flicks are tame, but in comparison to the old stuff, they're accessible.
In this sense, The Big Sleaze is a great mash-up of Wild Dogs tropes old and new, but I think what really marks this new effort as a high water mark for Fredianelli is that it almost balances every one of his previous cinematic obsessions (the only one missing is racism) into a single product that presents one of the most drastic renderings of his descent-into- complete-nihilistic-insanity narratives.
That's not to say it's completely successful. Some elements fit better than others. The flick features Fredianelli's best gunfight but some of his worst pratfalls (although that moment fits with the Merry Melodies riffing). The humor's quite hit and miss with Robert Amstler, in particular, being quite underutilized. Maybe I'm too familiar with this kind of thing, but I personally found myself much more into the gradual descent into complete disaffection than the cheap and easy laughs to be found in Henry Lee and Nose's storyline (Lee's proving himself to be one of the better actors in the enclave though). The actresses here are the best I've seen in a Wild Dogs pic, and they fit right into the typical WD paradigms for female characters. The difference here is that the better acting points out just how crazy Fredianelli's protagonist becomes. As for the writer/director/star/etc., he's right at home in this kind of material, but it's always tough for me to get past the nerd suddenly becoming Randolph Scott, but that's more of a writerly comment.
I'm starting to get off my train of thought, so let me conclude. I'm not sure that The Big Sleaze is the best of Wild Dogs' recent outings, but I think that the director has crafted yet another nod to contemporary white male alienation (without forgetting, of course, how ridiculous this notion is). While I'm not sure Fredianelli went through a modernist period, The Big Sleaze is a postmodernist Wild Dogs flick, replete with references to Puffs, Socialized Hates, and an ending that riffs on the essential illogic in that last Sopranos episode. While I don't love the comedy, you can't help but shake the feeling that Fredianelli's onto something big here.
In short, Fredianelli's something of an auteur, but I feel somewhat privileged in viewing The Big Sleaze because it's a joke that maybe only 10 people will be in on. As much as it fits with all of the A Wild Dogs Production Presents flicks since A Bird in the Bush, it's as much a throwback to the 30-50 minute shorts that the director cut his teeth on from 2005-8, shorts that reveled in the insane and campy to such a degree as to be alienating to most viewers. That's not to say that these flicks are tame, but in comparison to the old stuff, they're accessible.
In this sense, The Big Sleaze is a great mash-up of Wild Dogs tropes old and new, but I think what really marks this new effort as a high water mark for Fredianelli is that it almost balances every one of his previous cinematic obsessions (the only one missing is racism) into a single product that presents one of the most drastic renderings of his descent-into- complete-nihilistic-insanity narratives.
That's not to say it's completely successful. Some elements fit better than others. The flick features Fredianelli's best gunfight but some of his worst pratfalls (although that moment fits with the Merry Melodies riffing). The humor's quite hit and miss with Robert Amstler, in particular, being quite underutilized. Maybe I'm too familiar with this kind of thing, but I personally found myself much more into the gradual descent into complete disaffection than the cheap and easy laughs to be found in Henry Lee and Nose's storyline (Lee's proving himself to be one of the better actors in the enclave though). The actresses here are the best I've seen in a Wild Dogs pic, and they fit right into the typical WD paradigms for female characters. The difference here is that the better acting points out just how crazy Fredianelli's protagonist becomes. As for the writer/director/star/etc., he's right at home in this kind of material, but it's always tough for me to get past the nerd suddenly becoming Randolph Scott, but that's more of a writerly comment.
I'm starting to get off my train of thought, so let me conclude. I'm not sure that The Big Sleaze is the best of Wild Dogs' recent outings, but I think that the director has crafted yet another nod to contemporary white male alienation (without forgetting, of course, how ridiculous this notion is). While I'm not sure Fredianelli went through a modernist period, The Big Sleaze is a postmodernist Wild Dogs flick, replete with references to Puffs, Socialized Hates, and an ending that riffs on the essential illogic in that last Sopranos episode. While I don't love the comedy, you can't help but shake the feeling that Fredianelli's onto something big here.
- twolanebl
- 8 avr. 2010
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- Durée1 heure 45 minutes
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By what name was The Big Sleaze (2010) officially released in Canada in English?
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