Well, maybe not.
Constructed like a behind-the-scenes documentary, the kind that end up as DVD extras by pretentious directors, Actress Apocalypse follows the exploits of ostentatious filmmaker David B. Lincoln the 3rd as he attempts to make his magnum opus. Along for the ride is his goofy horn-dog brother Vance and a ragtag crew of incompetents, and the production is pretty much a disaster from the get-go until Vance comes up with a less-than-inventive use of the casting couch and a much-more-inventive means of dealing with prima donna would-be actresses.
This film is not for everyone, but if you can get past David's grating personality, Vance's in-your-face fratboy sensibilities, and the shrieking profanity spewed by many of the cast, you are in for a good time. This film feels less directed at the mainstream viewers and more of a wish fulfillment for any filmmaker out there (and in this day and age of DV, we are legion) who has troubled deaf heaven with bootless cries while watching his or her personal vision circle the toilet in the hands of incompetent elitists.
It's hard to like most of the characters in this film; that's not the point. Rather, see them as a microcosm for the indy film scene, a cadre of extremist kabuki actors preening for a more esoteric group of fans. It's not always pleasant, but neither is Pasolini's Salo, but that never stopped people for paying $500 for as bootleg disc when Salo was out of print. Actress Apocalypse doesn't even cost 1/20th of that, and it throws in lots of nudity and some steamy girl-on-girl action to boot.
What more could anyone ask?
Constructed like a behind-the-scenes documentary, the kind that end up as DVD extras by pretentious directors, Actress Apocalypse follows the exploits of ostentatious filmmaker David B. Lincoln the 3rd as he attempts to make his magnum opus. Along for the ride is his goofy horn-dog brother Vance and a ragtag crew of incompetents, and the production is pretty much a disaster from the get-go until Vance comes up with a less-than-inventive use of the casting couch and a much-more-inventive means of dealing with prima donna would-be actresses.
This film is not for everyone, but if you can get past David's grating personality, Vance's in-your-face fratboy sensibilities, and the shrieking profanity spewed by many of the cast, you are in for a good time. This film feels less directed at the mainstream viewers and more of a wish fulfillment for any filmmaker out there (and in this day and age of DV, we are legion) who has troubled deaf heaven with bootless cries while watching his or her personal vision circle the toilet in the hands of incompetent elitists.
It's hard to like most of the characters in this film; that's not the point. Rather, see them as a microcosm for the indy film scene, a cadre of extremist kabuki actors preening for a more esoteric group of fans. It's not always pleasant, but neither is Pasolini's Salo, but that never stopped people for paying $500 for as bootleg disc when Salo was out of print. Actress Apocalypse doesn't even cost 1/20th of that, and it throws in lots of nudity and some steamy girl-on-girl action to boot.
What more could anyone ask?