Boppin' at the Glue Factory

I should have known from the moment I sat down for my second screening at the Buffalo Niagara Film Festival that I was in for a good time. Three of the filmmakers were seated behind me, conducting an impromptu interview about the creative process that drove them to make Boppin' at the Glue Factory. With good-natured quips, funny jabs at each other, and an overall jovial demeanor—at one point it was asked how the title was decided on and Hector Maldonado couldn't remember the notebook with hundreds of ideas, just the alcohol and late night, where upon the interviewer refreshed his memory and said to tell that story once he reloaded the film, even though Hector still didn't recall it—I should have expected the humor injected craziness about to occur at the convalescent home on screen. Revolving around a junkie nurse who had just gotten away with boxes of Dilaudid from the city's County Hospital to be injected into his arm, we experience his slow deception at his new place of work. Taking over the night shift to "care" for the elderly, he bides his time in order to get the medicine room key, all while making a deal with an old jazz saxophonist, allowing him to play and smoke his Mary Jane in exchange for the patient's extra Dilaudid every evening.

Henry Dittman's Eric is pure gold. He is a conman above all else with a smile that no one can resist. Quick on his feet to turn any event to his favor, Eric cons his way into the home with a vague resume and awkward sayings such as wanting "the reward of caring for the elderly because it is just so … rewarding". Everyone eats his story up save for the Russian taskmaster and head nurse Vladimir, (a funny turn from Charles Santore with perfect facial stoicism and Soviet coldness), and old Mary LeDoux, (Mews Small), a perceptive resident that uses her shrill voice whenever possible to get her way and make sure she and her friends are not being taken advantage of. Hospital manager Shirlee, played by Jossie Thacker, is the most gullible, creating an Employee of the Month award for her new "star" employee, despite the residents dying on his watch and the fact that he gets high, watches TV, and sleeps each night, ignoring every patient's buzzer.

It is a role that reminded me of Ron Livingston in Office Space. So cool and stress-free, Eric just goes with the punches, always improvising and conniving to get one step closer to the mother-load of barbiturates. At first I wasn't quite sure if I should be laughing as hard as I was, whether the intent of the film was to show his antics or his downfall. All those reservations disappeared once Rance Howard's Walker Bill makes his second appearance. Out of sorts and confused in his first scene, he becomes more coherent and progresses his joke telling skills after receiving a bottle of water from Eric. Water has been rationed to the point of non-existence by Vladimir to try and stop the many "accidents" causing slipping and messy cleanups on the floor. All it takes is a little H2O to win over the residents, (as well as a little senior porn on the television for Mary), and make them turn a blind eye towards his obvious junkie tendencies—they all know. In exchange for the fun they have each night, they don't mind Eric's lax behavior or take notice of the death every night due to his ambivalence and drug induced slumber. Well, all except Walker Bill who writes "Who's Next" on the dry erase board as the new quote as well as telling the joke, "Why did the old man cross the road? … To get away".

There are a lot of supporting roles that add levity and charm to the proceedings. I especially enjoyed Ski Carr's Zen using—and what we can only assume ex-con—nurse, Santore's Vladimir, and Stephon Fuller's Joe Tones the security guard. Fuller is the only person at the home late night besides the residents, and could ruin Eric's plans except for the fact he brings his wife in to have sex while on the clock. What then starts as an innocuous quip from the paramedics, who are always asking how his "pretty young wife" is, becomes the blackmail line that quiets him down when a midnight birthday bash is thrown. Even the paramedics are great in limited roles. My favorite line by them was upon a bogus call of distress, after they had picked up dead bodies the last two nights, where once they declare the old man fine, say "It must have just been a panic attack; he'll think twice about doing it again once he gets the bill".

Director Jeff Orgill infuses some nice style as well with a well-orchestrated dissolve from a men's room sign to Eric on the toilet after an injection among others. I also liked the color transition from muted colors when our lead is without a means for drugs to the vibrant palette when the opportunity for free Dilaudid crops up. But you really have to credit Dittman's handle on the script as well as the words themselves crafted by Orgill, Maldonado, and B. Scott O'Malley. This is a very funny screenplay that adds humor to a world you would generally only see on screen as a subdued downer, the elderly being neglected and left to die. Instead, Eric and Conrad Roberts' jazz man Tharin Sanders inject some much needed fun and excitement, deciding to throw the rules out the window, get high, do as little as possible, and somehow get rewarded for it every time. Slackers around the world would be proud.

Boppin' At The Glue Factory is one of those indie gems that has to be checked out if you love dark comedy. The way the humor at the characters are done is fresh and unique and alongside being really darkly funny it just might make think as well. Highly recommend !

Wow, only TWO reviews?! How?! This film will appeal to jazz fans, old folks, junkies, and anyone who has had the misfortune to have worked in a "senior living facility"! I am three out of four of those, and becoming more close to the old folks demographic. I should say that I _was_ the junkie health care worker; I'm neither of those now. We love our geriatric charges, but the work is so absolutely abysmal and poorly compensated... This film is the only accurate depiction of that life I have seen. Worth noting is how different the movie seems to me now, having watched it for the first time back when I WAS sort of focused on obtaining druugs (and Dilaudid _was_ the top-tier chemical of choice), compared to now - now that I see it more from a potential resident's point of view.

Absolutely brilliant piece of filmmaking. Do not miss it.