Some random reflections from a shallow consumer of lots of movies.
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
I'm on a pretty good string of disappointing Film Movement movies. The strength of the Film Movement films is primarily the cultural record. In the case of Choking Man, the story revolves around a dishwasher at a diner in an ethnically diverse neighborhood in Queens. Jorge, an Ecuadorian immigrant, can scarcely speak, due to his shyness, or perhaps even an undiagnosed autism or similar condition. Above his washing station, monopolizing his view all day, hangs a Heimlich maneuver poster.
Jorge has very little to say.
The acting isn't bad, and Jorge gets a little bit of sympathy since he's so pathetic. But the build up of the story is a slow fizzle. Even the surprise element at the end doesn't have much impact. I didn't completely choke on Choking Man, but, in spite of a good effort, I couldn't completely swallow it.