Frownland
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Erstwhile New York City arthouse projectionist Ronald Bronstein makes his feature debut as a writer-director with Frownland. Dore Mann stars in the film as Keith, who clearly suffers from some type of serious social disorder. Keith has a great deal of trouble communicating. He stammers, he hems and haws, and eventually the words spew out of him in such an urgent torrent that he can't make himself understood. Keith shares a Brooklyn apartment with struggling musician Charles (Paul Grimstad, who composed the score for the film), and they have an antagonistic relationship. Keith pesters… More
Rotten Tomatoes Score: 83%

Critic Reviews from Rotten Tomatoes

"We've all known people like this, usually as little as possible, which may explain why the movie has provoked such violent reactions at festival screenings: it brings us face-to-face with the limits of our compassion."
‑ J. R. Jones, Chicago Reader
"It's impossible to watch this grotty, sometimes unbearably undisciplined yet genuinely tragic movie and not think about the first films directed by John Cassavetes and Paul Morrissey."
‑ Tom Keogh, Seattle Times
"Lynch's Eraserhead has nothing on this head-trip pic when it comes to weirdness."
‑ Dennis Schwartz, Ozus' World Movie Reviews
"It looks like a Cassavetes or Allen film from which malign aliens, in the course of a sinister experiment in brain-depredation, have somehow sucked out every scintilla of mojo, fun or energy."
‑ Peter Bradshaw, Guardian [UK]
"Frownland is at first revolting, then addictively fascinating, and in the end leaves you wondering whether you have discovered an entirely new cinematic universe or have simply suffered through a horribly incompetent mess."
‑ Bill White, Seattle Post-Intelligencer
"Frownland is like a shriek for help. It centers on an extraordinary performance that plays like an unceasing panic attack. To call it uncompromising is to wish for a better word."
‑ Roger Ebert, Chicago Sun-Times
"Frownland, Ronald Bronstein's startling comedy, is like a mumblecore Eraserhead directed by John Cassavetes."
‑ Owen Gleiberman, Entertainment Weekly
"Imagine a less upbeat Taxi Driver remixed mumblecore style."
‑ Kevin Harley, Total Film
"Uncomfortable but awkwardly compelling, it's a film that mirrors the qualities of its central character - alienating and oddly appealing in equal measure."
‑ Patrick Peters, Empire Magazine
"Some have said that Taxi Driver has lost its immediacy because the city no longer carries an overtly dour impact; but Frownland finds it again."
‑ Eric Kohn, New York Press
"Nerve-rackingly funny, director Ronald Bronstein's microbudget indie features a protagonist for whom each attempt at communication turns into a rhapsody of strangulated verbiage."
‑ Michael Phillips, Chicago Tribune
"Frownland has real issues on its squirming brain."
‑ Joshua Rothkopf, Time Out New York
"Don't say that you haven't been warned."
‑ Allan Hunter, Daily Express
"A very nearly unbearably bleak ode to the white blind rage inspired by the mundane."
‑ Karina Longworth, SpoutBlog
"The anomic gloom that envelops Frownland, a miserabilist, micro-budgeted 16mm freak show, fatally impedes its seeming aspirations to the mercurial grit of Cassavetes."
‑ Bill Weber, Slant Magazine
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