Trunkfish

After about 37 minutes into this piece of turd, I decided I've had enough!

Is it ironic that someone decides to make a film regarding sex, and yet fail to make any scene look sexy?!?! Or for that matter, have any decent sex scenes?!?

I've seen plenty of well made indie films that have been enjoyable on rewatch, but this one will never be remembered for anything.

Bad acting, no humor (considering it's labeled as a comedy/drama) and uninteresting boring scenes makes this movie one to avoid!!

Anyone giving this a higher rating than five is more likely coming from a sus account.

(And just because the lead "actress" is good looking doesn't make the movie any better)

Great concept wasted on a weak script and bad acting.

This movie definitely had American beauty vibes. It was entertaining for sure. I love love love Jessica Willis, she definitely commands attention. And the lead Kyle White carried the movie well. Watching these two was not a waste of time, decent indie for sure.

Lead male lacked any charisma and made you wonder why his stunning wife married him in the first place and then put up with his attempts to rev up their sex life. My biggest complaint was that when his beautiful wife does decide to have sex with an attractive younger guy the camera focuses only on the uncharismatic husband's face responding to their lovemaking. He took it badly so presumably this was to make viewers sorry for him? What would have been far better would have been to have shown her really enjoying herself with the younger guy with just a fleeting cut to his sad face responding to her obvious enjoyment. What a missed opportunity to ram home to the viewer what a stupid husband he was.

If you're hunting for an indie drama that aims for American Beauty but ends up feeling like a cheap float left too long in the sun, welcome to Trunkfish. Directed and written by John Kviklys, the film clocks in at a brisk 82 minutes. What works: its ambition and occasional glimmers of dark comedy. Some Letterboxd fans praised "very convincing lead performances" and described it as a "fine indie movie resting on lead work." But here's the catch: style over substance. The wife is attractive and plays her role well, but her chemistry with her husband? It's like they're from different casting calls. He might remind you of a Temu-quality Steve Buscemi clone-goofy eyes, awkward charm, but no spark. Together, they come off less like a real couple and more like roommates thrown together in a Craigslist comedy. The premise dips into suburban ennui, porn obsession, fantasy therapy boxes, and a teenage neighbor, but it never surfaces into anything deeper. Instead it swims in familiar waters and fails to make waves, wrapping up more like a curiosity you'd snag at the $1 bin at Walmart. If you want edgy, uncomfortable territory-cuckolding, obsession, moral collapse-it delivers, and some viewers called it a "dark comedy cum morality tale". But it lacks the resonance of better films in the genre. Final take: Trunkfish is polite in trying, occasionally interesting in its discomfort, but far too shallow to hit the depths it seeks. Still, at a lean 82 minutes, it's not painful-just a quirky indie misfire that leaves you thinking: "Well, cheaper than therapy... and definitely cheaper than dinner and a movie.