Charlie Countryman

The indie equivalent to the superhero film: trite and treading well worn paths. Usually when filming on a backwater (from Hollywood’s POV), at least one of the lead is local so that colonialism parallels are less apparent. Even that is ignored here, accents are tactically deployed to hide this!

Transplanting a Hollywood cast into a exotic location, where three films happen concurrently: an action thriller aping Bourne, a brainiac treatise on loss and life, and the frat “comedy” à la American Pie. It’s no devoid of any value like Hostel, but it’s not good either.

The “Bucharest, not Budapest” gag would be interesting coming from locals, but it’s not so funny from outsiders.

Not even worth it for the Ron Weasley cameo with the tumescent penis.


This is my place for ramblings about sequences of images that exploit the human visual limitation know as persistence of vision.

Ephemera of Vision