“Billy the Kid”

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By Matt Singer

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[Photo: “Billy the Kid,” Elephant Eye Films, 2007]

The first thing we notice about Billy is his eyes, because they never stop moving. When we first meet our titular 15-year-old hero, he’s seated in the backseat of a moving car, making jokes and chatting up a storm. But if he’s acting like he’s comfortable in front of the camera, his eyes tell a different story, darting left to the car window and right to the person behind the camera; up to the ceiling, down to his feet. Funny as he is, there’s maybe something just a wee bit off about Billy.

That air of oddness, coupled with a natural affinity for honest self-assessment, are almost certainly what drew director Jennifer Venditti to Billy. Looking for “real kids” (italics hers, per the press notes) as part of her day job as a New York City casting director, Venditti discovered Billy in a Maine high school cafeteria. After hearing about him from a bunch of bullies, she introduced herself. “Within seconds,” she writes in her director’s statement, “I was both awed and unnerved by his personality.” Despite — or perhaps in spite of — the other students’ taunts, Billy got cast and eventually became the subject of this film as well.

His life, simplistic as it might seem on paper, is more than enough to carry “Billy the Kid,” particularly when shot by Venditti with a remarkable level of access to (and intimacy with) the main characters. Billy’s conversations with the two most important women in his life — his patient-beyond-belief mother and the object of his affections, Heather — are, in a world that’s grown tolerant to the sort of “reality” portrayed on “The Hills,” more than a breath of fresh air. They’re like a sucker punch to the stomach, knocking you senseless with their candor and, above all, their true-to-life awkwardness. One rapturously uncomfortable scene finds Billy, who is an utter gentleman but totally clueless about woman, wooing his beloved Heather and trying to impress her family all at the same time (“You must be Heather’s grandmother…I’m sure she’s mentioned me!”). As more and more members of Heather’s clan file in and out of their coffee shop, the scene goes on and on, at least ten minutes of screen-time, morphing into a mesmerizing cross between an Arlo Guthrie song and a “Peanuts” comic strip.

Still, it’s not all roses and goofy teenage pining. Even before Billy’s now-absent father abused him, he had anger issues and troubles in school so extensive one psychologist told his mom to have him committed. (The pictures of the dad scattered throughout Billy’s home blur out his face, a tactic likely due to legal reasons that nevertheless adds a poignant element to Billy’s stories.) Venditti witnesses a few of Billy’s creepier moments personally, most acutely when, after his first on-camera interaction with Heather, he retreats to a bathroom where we hear him whisper the word “Death…” over and over. Those who saw it might notice that the abused past and penchant for wearing masks resemble Rob Zombie’s conception of the young Michael Myers in his version of “Halloween.”

But Venditti’s aim isn’t to vilify or condemn Billy, only to portray honestly the complex life of a real American teenager, blemishes and all (though it should be noted that for whatever other real problems Billy has, acne is not one of them). Billy’s confused and, yeah, maybe a little unsettling at times, but he’s also well-intentioned, honorable, funny and smarter that you expect. Like another similarly potent documentary from earlier this year, “The King of Kong,” “Billy the Kid” finds relatability and universality in a story of outcasts. I’m not ashamed to say I had some moments in my youth worthy of Billy the Kid, and even a few that put him to shame. We’re all Billy, in some ways. Except maybe those shifty eyes. Billy should really get those checked out.


New Nasty

Whips, Chains and Hand Sanitizer

Turn On The Full Season Of Neurotica At IFC's Comedy Crib

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Jenny Jaffe has a lot going on: She’s writing for Disney’s upcoming Big Hero 6: The Series, developing comedy projects with pals at Devastator Press, and she’s straddling the line between S&M and OCD as the creator and star of the sexyish new series Neurotica, which has just made its debut on IFC’s Comedy Crib. Jenny gave us some extremely intimate insight into what makes Neurotica (safely) sizzle…


IFC: How would you describe Neurotica to a fancy network executive you met in an elevator?

Jenny: Neurotica is about a plucky Dominatrix with OCD trying to save her small-town dungeon.

IFC: How would you describe Neurotica to a drunk friend of a friend you met in a bar?

Jenny: Neurotica is about a plucky Dominatrix with OCD trying to save her small-town dungeon. You’re great. We should get coffee sometime. I’m not just saying that. I know other people just say that sometimes but I really feel like we’re going to be friends, you know? Here, what’s your number, I’ll call you so you can have my number!

IFC: What’s your comedy origin story?

Jenny: Since I was a kid I’ve dealt with severe OCD and anxiety. Comedy has always been one of the ways I’ve dealt with that. I honestly just want to help make people feel happy for a few minutes at a time.

IFC: What was the genesis of Neurotica?

Jenny: I’m pretty sure it was a title-first situation. I was coming up with ideas to pitch to a production company a million years ago (this isn’t hyperbole; I am VERY old) and just wrote down “Neurotica”; then it just sort of appeared fully formed. “Neurotica? Oh it’s an over-the-top romantic comedy about a Dominatrix with OCD, of course.” And that just happened to hit the buttons of everything I’m fascinated by.


IFC: How would you describe Ivy?

Jenny: Ivy is everything I love in a comedy character – she’s tenacious, she’s confident, she’s sweet, she’s a big wonderful weirdo.

IFC: How would Ivy’s clientele describe her?

Jenny:  Open-minded, caring, excellent aim.

IFC: Why don’t more small towns have local dungeons?

Jenny: How do you know they don’t?

IFC: What are the pros and cons of joining a chain mega dungeon?

Jenny: You can use any of their locations but you’ll always forget you have a membership and in a year you’ll be like “jeez why won’t they let me just cancel?”

IFC: Mouths are gross! Why is that?

Jenny: If you had never seen a mouth before and I was like “it’s a wet flesh cave with sharp parts that lives in your face”, it would sound like Cronenberg-ian body horror. All body parts are horrifying. I’m kind of rooting for the singularity, I’d feel way better if I was just a consciousness in a cloud.

See the whole season of Neurotica right now on IFC’s Comedy Crib.


The ’90s Are Back

The '90s live again during IFC's weekend marathon.

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We know what you’re thinking: “Why on Earth would anyone want to reanimate the decade that gave us Haddaway, Los Del Rio, and Smash Mouth, not to mention Crystal Pepsi?”


Thoughts like those are normal. After all, we tend to remember lasting psychological trauma more vividly than fleeting joy. But if you dig deep, you’ll rediscover that the ’90s gave us so much to fondly revisit. Consider the four pillars of true ’90s culture.

Boy Bands

We all pretended to hate them, but watch us come alive at a karaoke bar when “I Want It That Way” comes on. Arguably more influential than Brit Pop and Grunge put together, because hello – Justin Timberlake. He’s a legitimate cultural gem.

Man-Child Movies

Adam Sandler is just behind The Simpsons in terms of his influence on humor. Somehow his man-child schtick didn’t get old until the aughts, and his success in that arena ushered in a wave of other man-child movies from fellow ’90s comedians. RIP Chris Farley (and WTF Rob Schneider).



Teen Angst

In horror, dramas, comedies, and everything in between: Troubled teens! Getting into trouble! Who couldn’t relate to their First World problems, plaid flannels, and lose grasp of the internet?

Mainstream Nihilism

From the Coen Bros to Fincher to Tarantino, filmmakers on the verge of explosive popularity seemed interested in one thing: mind f*cking their audiences by putting characters in situations (and plot lines) beyond anyone’s control.

Feeling better about that walk down memory lane? Good. Enjoy the revival.


And revisit some important ’90s classics all this weekend during IFC’s ’90s Marathon. Check out the full schedule here.


Get Physical

DVDs are the new Vinyl

Portlandia Season 7 Now Available On Disc.

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In this crazy digital age, sometimes all we really want is to reach out and touch something. Maybe that’s why so many of us are still gung-ho about owning stuff on DVD. It’s tangible. It’s real. It’s tech from a bygone era that still feels relevant, yet also kitschy and retro. It’s basically vinyl for people born after 1990.


Inevitably we all have that friend whose love of the disc is so absolutely repellent that he makes the technology less appealing. “The resolution, man. The colors. You can’t get latitude like that on a download.” Go to hell, Tim.

Yes, Tim sucks, and you don’t want to be like Tim, but maybe he’s onto something and DVD is still the future. Here are some benefits that go beyond touch.

It’s Decor and Decorum

With DVDs and a handsome bookshelf you can show off your great taste in film and television without showing off your search history. Good for first dates, dinner parties, family reunions, etc.


Forget Public Wifi

Warm up that optical drive. No more awkwardly streaming episodes on shady free wifi!



Internet service goes down. It happens all the time. It could happen right now. Then what? Without a DVD on hand you’ll be forced to make eye contact with your friends and family. Or worse – conversation.


Self Defense

You can’t throw a download like a ninja star. Think about it.


If you’d like to experience the benefits DVD ownership yourself, Portlandia Season 7 is now available on DVD and Blue-Ray.