An uncommonly stylish,
nuanced psychological thriller with distinct echoes of the cinema of
Polanski. While the film starts slowly, once BUDDY BOY really gets going (which
admittedly takes a while), itís hard to beat: unsettling, outrageous and darkly
Fans of Roman Polanski will recognize his influence in this film, completed
in 1999 and given an extremely sporadic release by Fine Line Features.
Thankfully itís finally out on DVD (albeit a full six years after the fact), so
it may at last find an appreciative audience.
Writer-director Mark Hanlon makes the Polanski
connection concrete by casting Emmanuel Seigner, Polanskiís wife and frequent
co-star (in FRANTIC, BITTER MOON and THE NINTH GATE) in a pivotal role. Another
cast member of note is the inimitable Susan Tyrell, a veteran of exploiters like
FORBIDDEN ZONE and NIGHT WARNING, and a large part of what makes the present
film so effective. In fact, my only problem with Tyrellís role is that I wish
she had more screen time! Also, the under-utilized Linda Manz shows up in a
tiny part near the end; Manz made a huge impression as a child in DAYS OF
HEAVEN, THE WANDERERS and OUT OF THE BLUE, but unfortunately hasnít been seen
much since. Letís hope this is the start of a trend.
Francis is a severely withdrawn, maladjusted young man who cares for his
invalid stepmother in the company of her pot-smoking boyfriend. Francis spends
his off hours working in a photo developing plant and spying on the gorgeous
Gloria, who lives across the street from him, through a hole in his wall.
Nothing, is seems, is going to change in Francisí life, at least until one
day a chain of circumstances throws him and Gloria together and, believe it or
not, she becomes attracted to him. This terrifies Francis, but he lets the
relationship proceed. He still, however, watches Gloria through the hole in his
wall, and begins to notice some odd things. Despite the fact that sheís a
devout vegetarian Francis spies Gloria carving up a slab of meat. On another
occasion he sees her romancing another guy. He keeps quiet about what he knows,
but canít stay still when, viewing a party Gloriaís throwing at her place,
Francis spies her putting a severed head in a cooking pot. He bursts into her
apartment, disrupting the party, and rips off the top of the pot to find...a
cantaloupe. It seems Francis may be seeing things that arenít actually
there--not that this dissuades him, as he begins to suspect that Gloria is
harboring a kidnapped girl whose picture Francis sees on milk cartons.
Meanwhile, Francisí stepmother is steadily losing her mind, and goes over
the edge completely during a fight with her boyfriend in which itís revealed
that ďsheĒ is actually a man in drag! The boyfriend is killed for this
knowledge, and when Francis arrives home that night heís conscripted into
covering up the crime by storing the corpse in his bathtub.
This does nothing to help Francisí already fractured psyche; in fact, it
drives him completely batshit. During his latest look into Gloriaís apartment,
he sees her preparing another severed head for dinner: his own!
As well made as BUDDY BOY is, itís not up to the standards of its primary
influences, Polanskiís REPULSION and ROSEMARYíS BABY. Certainly writer-director
Mark Hanlon deserves credit for the methodical way he develops the narrative (in
direct contrast to the ADD-addled pacing so prevalent these days), with an
unusual amount of attention paid to character development. But the protagonist
isnít nearly as fascinating a character as Hanlon seems to believe, which means
the first thirty-to-forty minutes are somewhat less than compelling. (Quite
simply, thereís no earthly reason I could see why Francisí pretty neighbor would
be attracted to this dweeb!) But when Francis begins seeing things that may not
really be happening, the film, for me at least, caught fire.
Yes, this is a film that improves substantially as it goes along,
developing a real style, personality and twisted sense of humor as its
protagonist descends further into madness. We also get to see Susan Tyrrell at
her most unhinged in the latter scenes, which is always a wonder to behold.
Thereís little in the way of bloodletting (sorry), but Hanlon manages
nonetheless to create a frenzied crescendo of twisted insanity. The somewhat
open-ended conclusion, for its part, can be taken as either a happy or unhappy
ending, depending on oneís point of view.
Director: Mark Hanlon
Producers: Cary Woods, Gina Mingacci
Screenplay: Mark Hanlon
Cinematography: Hubert Taczanowski
Editing: Hughes Winborne
Cast: Aidan Gillen, Emmanuelle Seigner, Susan Tyrrell, Mark Boone Junior, Linda
Manz, Harry Groener, Hector Elias, Jon Huertas, Richard Assad, Tim DeKay,
Jessica Goana, Ray Miceli