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Last year, American critics pretty fairly stood aghast and in awe of Ronald Bronstein’s “Frownland” (2007), conjuring up some of the most intense superlatives ever thrown at a cheap New York indie (the New Yorker‘s Richard Brody called it “one of the most unusual and audacious American independent films ever made”), while still sweating bullets of qualification, as if holding a wolverine by the short hairs.

It didn’t make much of a difference to audiences, who hardly noticed, but now that the film is being rather spectacularly DVD’d by the new Brooklyn outfit Factory 25, viewers can step up to this vicious peepshow and decide for themselves. Me, I’m not terribly convinced of the film’s brilliance or of the necessity of deflating the hoopla; the impact of “Frownland”‘s distinctive relentlessness has more to do, I think, with our expectations of film narrative than with the movie’s aesthetic triumph. As in, we expect movies to sympathize with our empathy, as it were — to facilitate an emotional connection between us and the characters at hand. Bronstein’s film does the opposite: it’s an alienation campaign.

But if it’s not terribly radical or “audacious” (this territory has been tread upon in other ways by strands of Cassavetes, “Chuck & Buck,” Lee Chang-dong’s “Oasis” and even “Napoleon Dynamite” and “Observe and Report”), how appalled you are by it may depend on your expectations, which should be a good deal more seasoned than those of the festivalgoers that first encountered the movie. (Ignore the DVD over-packaging, including a soundtrack LP — ! — a comic book, a poster, a booklet laying out “insufferably long-winded” email exchange between characters, and even a three-inch hunk of actual 16mm film.) Simply, “Frownland” is a personal-space-invading character portrait of a witless, neurotic, helplessly irritating schlub named Keith (Dore Mann) who meets life’s insurmountable challenges with fight-or-flight thoughtlessness and, predominantly, a compulsive stream of repetitive babble, often punctuated with a conciliatory “I really appreciate this.”

Shot on 16mm with a minimum of lighting, the film offers as depressing a view of low-rent New York life as anyone’s seen since the punk films of the ’80s, and Bronstein’s pro-am aesthetic is restricted to claustrophobia and nauseous vertigo. Most of all, what we get is a pure-hearted piece of selfless acting, as Mann (no other credits on IMDb) creates his character’s desperate and embattled relationship with society on the fly — in the long haul, Keith’s slack-jawed stupidity and wild-eyed efforts to connect to others on even the most fundamental level are impressively exhausting.

09282009_Frownland2.jpgKeith tries to negotiate the worst job (a fake door-to-door beggar for a fake multiple-sclerosis charity), cannot help a suicidal ex-girlfriend without trying (very ineptly) to fuck her, and has no friends, just a fed-up roommate (who’s in the catastrophic position of being jobless and beholden to Keith for shelter) and a barely tolerant old acquaintance who finds his life occasionally bumrushed by Keith. The social firefights that explode from Keith’s guileless demands for contact are uncomfortable and harrowing, and eventually lead to a comprehensive meltdown.

“Frownland” is all in the present, but the conviction brought to Keith effectively makes you imagine what kind of hellish life he’s had up to now, and whether his maladaptations were a product of savage experience or, somehow more sadly, always part of his makeup. But the demands put upon you as a viewer are relegated to watching Keith implode, and alternately summoning pity for the slob and thanking your lucky stars you’re nowhere near him. If this sounds like it could be your idea of “uncompromising” audacity, then run, don’t walk. Bronstein’s work may not, in the end, be quite that epochal, but it may be a jolt to the system for those who believe that American indie-hood is repped by the award winners out of Sundance.

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The Best Of The Last

Portlandia Goes Out With A Bang

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The end is near. In mere days Portlandia wraps up its final season, and oh what a season it’s been. Lucky for you, you can watch the entire season right now right here and on the IFC app, including this free episode courtesy of Subaru.

But now, let’s take a moment to look back at some of the new classics Fred and Carrie have so thoughtfully bestowed upon us. (We’ll be looking back through tear-blurred eyes, but you do you.)

Couples Dinner

It’s not that being single sucks, it’s that you suck if you’re single.

Cancel it!

A sketch for anyone who has cancelled more appointments than they’ve kept. Which is everyone.

Forgotten America

This one’s a “Serial” killer…everything both right and wrong about true crime podcasts.

Wedding Planners

The only bad wedding is a boring wedding.

Disaster Hut

It’s only the end of the world if your doomsday kit doesn’t include rosé.

Catch up on Portlandia’s final episodes on demand and at IFC.com

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Your Portlandia Personality Test

The New Portlandia Webseries Is Going Your Way

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Carrie and Fred understand that although we have so much in common, we’re each so beautifully unique and different. To help us navigate those differences, Portlandia has found an easy and honest way to embrace our special selves in the form of a progressive new traffic system: a specific lane for every kind of driver. It’s all in honor of the show’s 8th and final season, and it’s all presented by Subaru.

Ready to find out who you really are? Match your personality to a lane and hop on the expressway to self-understanding.

Lane 10: Trucks Piled With Junk

Your junk is falling out of your trunk. Shake a tail light, people — this lane is for you.

Lane 33: Twins

You’re like a Gemini, but waaaay more pedestrian. Maybe you and a friend just wear the same outfits a lot. Who cares, it’s just twinning enough to make you feel special.

Lane 27: Broken Windows

Bad luck follows you around and everyone knows it. Your proverbial seat is always damp from proverbial rain. Is this the universe telling you to swallow your pride? Yes.

Lane 69: Filthy Cars

You’re all about convenience. Getting your car washed while you drive is a no-brainer.

Lane 43: Newly Divorced Singles

It’s been a while since you’ve driven alone, and you don’t know the rules of the road anymore. What’s too fast? What’s too slow? Are you sending the right signals? Don’t worry, the breakdown lane is nearby if you need it.

Still can’t find a lane to match your personality? Check out all the videos here. And see the final season of Portlandia this spring on IFC.

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Last-Minute Holiday Gift Guide

Hits from the '80s are on repeat all Christmas Eve and Day on IFC.

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It’s the final countdown to Christmas and thanks to IFC’s movie marathon all Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, you can revel in classic ’80s films AND find inspiration for your last-minute gifts. Here are our recommendations, if you need a head start:

Musical Instrument

Great analog entertainment substitute when you refuse to give your kid the Nintendo Switch they’ve been drooling over.

Breakfast In Bed

Any significant other or child would appreciate these Uncle Buck-approved flapjacks. Just make sure you’re not stuck on clean up duty.

Cocktail Supplies

You’ll need them to get through the holidays.

Dance Lessons

So you can learn to shake-shake-shake (unless you know ghosts willing to lend a hand).

Comfy Clothes

With all the holiday meals, there may be some…embigenning.



Get even more great inspiration all Christmas Eve and Day on IFC, and remember…