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The Four Corners of Nowhere (1995)
Wonderfully-written tongue-in-cheek commentary on "Generation X''s trappings and frustrations
I grew up on The Breakfast Club. So when a film finally did as good a job at following a number of disparate characters as TBC did, I rejoiced that independent film might finally be coming to life again. Steve Chbosky's introspective and on-the-mark gem about a group of so-called drifters in Ann Arbor sets up our expectations about the seemingly one-dimensional characters and then knocks them down in an accurate parallel to what the current generation has been doing to society for years. Chbosky's screenplay is alternately piercingly perceptive and laugh-out-loud funny, and just when you think one extreme will dominate the rest of the film Chbosky switches from emotional discourse to one-liners about the Indigo Girls or vice versa. The story centers on Duncan, a nomad who passes through Ann Arbor for a week or so, only to leave lasting impressions on aspiring folk singer Jenny and surprisingly competent burned-out performance artist Toad. Along the way Duncan (and vicariously the viewing audience) gains insight into human nature, interacts with a frustrated DJ who periodically spouts nuggets of wisdom between deadly accurate monologues about puberty for women, and makes a highly symbolic collage of the U.S., only to teach his friends (and us) that in the end, only we determine if we are just another fad.
The Four Corners of Nowhere (1995)
Wonderfully-written tongue-in-cheek commentary on "Generation X''s trappings and frustrations
I grew up on The Breakfast Club. So when a film finally did as good a job at following a number of disparate characters as TBC did, I rejoiced that independent film might finally be coming to life again. Steve Chbosky's introspective and on-the-mark gem about a group of so-called drifters in Ann Arbor sets up our expectations about the seemingly one-dimensional characters and then knocks them down in an accurate parallel to what the current generation has been doing to society for years. Chbosky's screenplay is alternately piercingly perceptive and laugh-out-loud funny, and just when you think one extreme will dominate the rest of the film Chbosky switches from emotional discourse to one-liners about the Indigo Girls or vice versa. The story centers on Duncan, a nomad who passes through Ann Arbor for a week or so, only to leave lasting impressions on aspiring folk singer Jenny and surprisingly competent burned-out performance artist Toad. Along the way Duncan (and vicariously the viewing audience) gains insight into human nature, interacts with a frustrated DJ who periodically spouts nuggets of wisdom between deadly accurate monologues about puberty for women, and makes a highly symbolic collage of the U.S., only to teach his friends (and us) that in the end, only we determine if we are just another fad.