'Bellflower' Review By thedude-abides
Glodell takes the previously accepted rules of the indie genre and turns them on its ass, making Bellflower a fully-equipped 180 complete with Mad Max-inspired Medusas and flame-throwing originality.
Making his writing, directing, and on-screen debut is Sam Rockwell look-a-like, Evan Glodell. Keep an eye on this guy. Glodell's film, albeit on a much lower budget, stacks up favorably to other recent directorial debuts, Neil Blomkamp's District 9 and Duncan Jones's Moon.
Despite some pretty bad acting at times, mostly from Glodell himself, the originality more than makes up for any of the film's shortcomings. Believe me when I say there is literally no other movie like it. Glodell takes the previously accepted rules of the indie genre and turns them on its ass, making Bellflower a fully-equipped 180 complete with Mad Max-inspired Medusas and flame-throwing originality.
At its core, Bellflower is a love story. However, unlike other contemporary tales involving teenage vampires or star-crossed lovers torn apart by circ*mstance, Bellflower hits hard. When Woodrow (Evan Glodell) meets Milly (a show-stealing Jesse Wiseman) at the local pub during a cricket eating contest, it's love at first sight. However, it's not without warning, as Milly tells Woodrow that sooner or later she'll end up hurting him. And hurt him she does. Good thing he's got his flame thrower.
Aside from Wiseman, who was fantastic in her debut, the acting is pretty atrocious. All is forgiven, however, as the images you are left with stick with you long after seeing it. Bellflower is must-see originality of the rawest order.