A struggling actress and an aspiring playwright, are very happy after they finally find a work with corporate training seminar. Now Audrey and Lillian, the two friends believe that they have to think about their future with the new job, so they book for a great party at a hotel conference in order to discuss and celebrate too.
Mr. Warth, who wrote the screenplay with Miles Barstead, creates a flawed tale of female friendship and the artist's everlasting struggle. Unfortunately, "Dim the Fluorescents" can't keep its story together.
I could write another thousand words about why I love Dim The Fluorescents, but it's the kind of thing you need to see for yourself - a singular, fully engaged cinematic work and a cockeyed delight. Just go.
Fluorescents' showy camera moves and full-jazz-hands theater-kid dorkiness are a tonic against the excessively muted naturalism that has come to define indie style.
A playwright and an actress living together should complement each other, and these two women have remarkable chemistry throughout; in a movie with empathy for individuals who choose theater as a profession regardless of limited job openings.
Warth has created an astonishing calling card - an earnest and entertaining celebration of process and performance, not to mention a tremendous showcase for two homegrown actors on the cusp of greatness.
And the final scene is a powerhouse; it jolted me out of my somnolence. But if the movie were 30 minutes shorter, I wouldn't have been so sleepy to begin with.
