The film
"Ill Square" looks like yet another one of those independent productions
that may have been so much fun to write, such a blast to compose, and
inspired countless laughs among the cast and crew, but when we finally
sat down to see it, it's... really not too good an experience. "Ill
Square" has ambition, and it has a quality to it that's admirable in
where it's not afraid to take risks in the artistic sense, but much of
it feels so much like awkward filler, and camera tricks for the sake of
dazzling without really adding anything of depth or substance. "Ill
Square" hints at something of a premise within the constant flash
forwards, and quick edits, and disjointed sub-plots, but there isn't
much of a coherence in the entire ninety minutes. Typically I'm quick at
catching on to symbolism and metaphor, but I could barely find any.
Director Edgardo Flores has a sleek sense of visual style, but there
isn't much to work with here. We meet various characters all of whom
wander aimlessly through their own worlds, Flores subjects us to a very
long drawn out sequence where watch characters debate about the
existence of god through a television screen.
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That lasts about fifteen
minutes. There's a long moment where one of the characters
is walking through a park that resembles a music video and
tells us nothing about her. And when we're ready for some
actual plot and dialogue, there's nothing beyond poorly
improvised sequences where one of our main characters is
pulled in to a strangers house by his dad and brother, both
of whom are convinced there is a zombie apocalypse
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There they engage in
utterly droning dialogue, and the cast tries their damndest to salvage
their endless improvisation. At one point the dad means to say "Zombie
Dog" but slips up and mutters "Zog Dombie," to which his son mocks him
about. This is a instance that was obviously an error and may have been
a laugh riot on set, but on the final product it plays off amateurishly,
and doesn't really hit any comedic weight in spite of director Flores'
best efforts to turn it in to an impromptu moment of hilarity. The
finale revolves around yet another musical number, and another
improvised scene very reminiscent of "Annie Hall," where an old couple
are attempting to have sex, but are interrupted by a giant spider. This
results in even more poorly improvised dialogue, a drawn out scene where
the husband looks up black widow spiders on the internet, and a final
sequence that is more fit for a demo reel than a feature length movie.
Trim twenty minutes off,
add much more coherence and cohesion, provide us with a better variety
of interesting characters, and "Ill Square" could be an entertaining
surreal comedy, but as it stands it looks like another film production
that was probably much more fun to make than it is to watch.
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