See You Next Tuesday: Film Review
Migrating Forms, BAMcinematek
Eleanore Pienta, Dana Eskelson, Molly Plunk, Keisha Zollar
Drew Tobia's debut follows an about-to-deliver woman who's no more suited to motherhood than her own screwed-up mom.
Speaking about the scripts he wrote before making his feature debut, writer/director Drew Tobia recently told Filmmaker Magazine the work was "boring. I was trying too hard to shock or something." After experiencing See You Next Tuesday, the story that emerged after that floundering period, one gets a little queasy wondering how ugly those earlier efforts must have been. A movie whose forced outrages aren't nearly as funny as intended and whose hysterics produce hives instead of the desired catharsis, the picture may find admirers on the fest circuit but does not represent the arrival of the next John Waters or Todd Solondz.
Tobia opens with a two-minute static shot of an unkempt Eleanore Pienta, staring into the camera with her mouth agape as life goes on behind her. Pienta plays Mona, a very pregnant woman who, if she ever had friends or a lover, appears to have run them off. She works the register at a dumpy Brooklyn grocery store -- that is, until she lets some trash-talking coworkers get the best of her -- and spends her time chumming around with a mother (Dana Eskelson) whose idea of affectionate teasing is to tell her kid to "suck my dick."
Hard as it is to believe, mother and daughter have a falling out. Shortly after, Mona's kicked out of her apartment. So she arrives penniless at the home of her hipster sister Jordan (Molly Plunk), a lesbian whose pillow talk with black girlfriend Sylve (Keisha Zollar) sometimes includes fantasies that she's a plantation belle making love to her house slave. Don't worry: It gets more offensive if you stick around.
Aside from the fact that she tolerates Jordan, Sylve is the closest thing to sane in this quartet, trying to hold things together as Mona tags along with the couple to a party and proceeds to turn it toxic. While Tobia offers her a few sympathetic glances, though, his heart is clearly with the hot-mess drama queens hurling insults, vomit and tears at each other until the moment Mona is ready to deliver the most unlucky baby in New York City.
Cast: Eleanore Pienta, Dana Eskelson, Molly Plunk, Keisha Zollar
Director-Screenwriter: Drew Tobia
Producers: Rachel Wolther
Director of photography: Andrew J. Whittaker
Production designer: Ashley Lehrer
Music: Brian McOmber
Editor: Sofi Marshall
No rating, 82 minutes
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