Struggling against meeting a weird man, Wallace, a young smart journalist, who travels to Canada, in order to make an interview with a celebrity, whose life turns upside down, when he wakes up to find himself is turned into a walrus, the thing that challenges him.
The quintessential midnight experience, Kevin Smith's next outing as he transitions from slacker comedy to dark horror is, like most of his films, for the fans.
Tusk's inherent absurdity would much better have been played straight and subtle all the way through to the end, rather than covered over with the broadest layers of blubbery, fish-in-a-barrel slapstick. Still, really enjoyed the first half...
Tusk is not a particularly good movie, but the vivid anxiety dream at its heart makes it one of the most personal films this writer-director has ever made.
You have to be on board for all of Kevin Smith's lunacy or you won't be able to connect with some of the choices he makes, but I found Tusk wildly inventive and am hopeful it earmarks a bold new chapter for Smith's filmmaking career.
'Tusk' opens with the sound of two men laughing at their own jokes, so I guess a doff of the cap is due to the filmmaker for encapsulating his movie so efficiently, right from the jump.
