Todd Solondz’s deadpan outrageousness has its limits. But when he sticks to his specialty (high school angst, ennui & sadism), he displays an uncanny eye & ear for the behavioral panic in locus Americanus. This two-part film opens with a disposable bit of race-baiting farce that works too hard & lasts too long, even at 22 minutes. The main event is worth waiting for. Here, documentarian Paul Giamatti ’s has a stroke of luck detailing a high school stoner’s family disastrous run of fortune. It's perfect material for Solondz at his creepiest though I think he completely misreads the school kid’s reaction to his cinematic unmasking. That boy would’ve loved it.
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