Rob Fitl | 2008 | 75 min | Canada
I will grant that putting together a movie about a struggling indie band from Belleville, Ontario trying to make a go of things in Montreal does not seem like an easy feat. I imagine it would be very difficult to avoid cliche while maintaining some sense of realism in portraying the difficulties of trying to make a living off music. Well, obviously it's very difficult, because The Death of Indie Rock is absolutely terrible. The trouble of carrying out this concept seems to have been compounded by the director and actors seeming to know next to nothing about A) indie music, B) live bands, or C) Montreal. In an attempt to solve this, Fitl loads down his movie with every hackneyed rock music, drug use, and friends-growing-apart scene imaginable.
The actors come from the Sheri Moon Zombie school of acting whereby any space in dialogue is the perfect opportunity to say 'fuck.' The footage on the streets of Montreal hits all the tourist hot spots, including the Mount, Foufounes Electriques, and that Gold Elvis street performer. Exciting material. And if you missed a shot of a horse drawn carriage, don't worry: that shot will appear again in ten more montages. The drug-vision sequences are cringe-worthy, as is the entire storyline involving the drummer's crazy big city downward spiral. Remember that ABC Afterschool Special 'Stoned'? The one with Scott Baio? It looks like Naked Lunch compared to this. Perhaps worst of all, for a movie ostensibly about indie rock there is not a single note of listenable music in this feature.
Not merely a poor movie; this is a laugh out loud failure. You can watch a short clip here and a short trailer here for a general idea of how the whole mess plays out. So, uh, thumbs down.
Bonus Feature: FRENCH ACCENTS!