Apparently, Melvin Van Peebles’s Confessionsofa Ex-Doofus ItchyFooted Mutha is opening this weekend at Cinema Village in NYC. I caught the flick at Tribeca 2008 and, oh, what a scene it was. Originally posted on the official Poritsky Blog, here is my original review/gut-reaction of this, shall we say, interesting film.
“I make films like I make food: if you don’t like it, I’ll just be eating it all week for leftovers.”
–Melvin Van Peebles, after the première of his 2008 film “Confessionsofa Ex-Doofus Itchy-Footed Mutha”
Perhaps it was because I was sitting in a university auditorium that I was suddenly rocketed back to my film school days while watching the latest film “of” Melvin Van Peebles. Back then, I would have been sniggering through my fingers as the raucous movie veered out of control around every single corner, and when it was all over and the lights went up, I would have over-analyzed the shit out of it and blatantly made fun of my colleague in class.
On its surface, “Confessionsofa Ex-Doofus-Itchyfooted Mutha” resembles the worst of student film stereotypes, replete with sex, knives, confused editing techniques, and above all, a message that it so convoluted and overdone that it has gotten lost among the screen-pollution you witness while watching it. That being said, I’m trying to figure out just why I loved this film. Read on…
