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The counter culture is alive and well in Compound Eye the new
documentary/ fiction by Yahn Soon. Jesse Reklaw spends his nights
drawing his weekly comic strip, Slowave, which is derived from dreams
that readers send in to him. Jesse’s roommate Fausto Caceres works
downstairs with found sound to create audio collages for his pirate
radio show. Through a discarded scrapbook of letters and photographs
belonging to Bill, a schizophrenic loner, Fausto becomes immersed in
Bill’s world and in essence befriends the long dead schizophrenic. Jesse
and Fausto become embroiled in controversy when he draws a strip
depicting the post 9-11 Twin Towers as duel gargantuan stacks of
pancakes, functioning as an IHOP staffed by Afghan refugees.
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The unwanted attention threatens Fausto’s illegal broadcasts
and causes the roommates all sorts of problems. Call me
jaded or call me closed minded, but pieces like this fail to
interest me ever since I saw Slacker by Richard Linkletter
when I was in College. Compound Eye lets it main characters
basically be themselves with this thinly constructed story
serving as a guideline for them to follow.
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The results are a mixed bag, with some genuine laughs and deep moments
outweighed by the “hey guys we’re making a statement!” atmosphere that
hangs over the whole piece. All this time, after the new millennium has
come upon us, I thought that the counter culture no talent hack New York
lifestyle was a thing of the past that was doomed to be one of my
swirling memories of artist’s lofts in the summer time and poorly
rehearsed performance art pieces. I would have preferred Compound Eye
a lot more if it didn’t set out to be as avant garde as it could be
right from the get go. As a result, the narrative suffered and the
characters, while starting off as believable if a bit eye rollingly
clichéd, became as annoying as Fausto’s constant sonic disruptions.
I applaud any filmmaker who attempts to film anything that is close to
his heart, but unfortunately not everyone is going to like it. Compound
Eye reminds me of a piece made by someone with no talent who got
together with many other such artists and decided to form a little
compound. A piece like this has enough going against it, from unknown
actors to obvious budget issues, and it was a chore to sit through. With
such a short running time, it was
disheartening how often I was looking at the clock.

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