In the future world of Neo-Mega-Ultra Tokyo, fast-talking 1950's style journalist Holly Malone is on the trail of a murder and the trail is leading her directly to the infamous lair of paranormal drug dealer Frank DanCoolo. When she confronts DanCoolo looking for the truth, she may find more than she expected.
This film is really hard to describe. It plays out like a hyper blend of His Girl Friday / screwball style delivery with a world of alien-fueled drugs and excess. At times it nails it perfectly and it is really funny and the intense (but senseless) energy really comes together and makes it work. However at other times the excess went too far and crossed line to be more silly than funny – so Holly tasting excrement for one, or the sudden use of the f-word both felt like moments a child would write to try and be shocking. I was ready to hate the film at these point but yet mostly the film pays off the bet of going "all in" on the excessive style it has banked on.
A big part of it is the delivery; McEver really nails Holly and the camera matches her screwball delivery with fast movement. The cool design and sense of excess is everywhere and mostly it works, while Hah and Meyer also deliver well. The script is nonsense and if you don't get it then you will totally hate this short, but for me it just about did enough well to justify how it did it – although I would have liked a few more awkward silences in there (the moment where we see Holly's view of Frank's epic battle is very funny for example).
This film is really hard to describe. It plays out like a hyper blend of His Girl Friday / screwball style delivery with a world of alien-fueled drugs and excess. At times it nails it perfectly and it is really funny and the intense (but senseless) energy really comes together and makes it work. However at other times the excess went too far and crossed line to be more silly than funny – so Holly tasting excrement for one, or the sudden use of the f-word both felt like moments a child would write to try and be shocking. I was ready to hate the film at these point but yet mostly the film pays off the bet of going "all in" on the excessive style it has banked on.
A big part of it is the delivery; McEver really nails Holly and the camera matches her screwball delivery with fast movement. The cool design and sense of excess is everywhere and mostly it works, while Hah and Meyer also deliver well. The script is nonsense and if you don't get it then you will totally hate this short, but for me it just about did enough well to justify how it did it – although I would have liked a few more awkward silences in there (the moment where we see Holly's view of Frank's epic battle is very funny for example).
