Iâ€™m Gonna Explode
By Michael Nordine
Dir. Evan Glodell, USA, Oscilloscope Laboratories
Writer-director-editor-star Evan Glodellâ€™s debut film Bellflower starts in media res. Weâ€™re treated, within its first thirty seconds, to a fragmented blend of flipped cars, backwards footage, and slow motion. Then, before what weâ€™ve seen folds back into itself, comes to an end, and the film proper starts, thereâ€™s an epigraph: â€śLord Humungus cannot be defied.â€ťâ€”Lord Humungus. The significance of this quotation makes itself plain soon enough: Bellflower positions The Road Warriorâ€™s antagonist as the ultimate embodiment of masculinity, an ideal to which best friends Woodrow (Glodell) and Aiden (Tyler Dawson), two Wisconsin natives living in California, desperately aspire even as they know in their heart of hearts that theyâ€™ll never match it. This attemptâ€”and subsequent realization of its futilityâ€”lasts for the duration of the film. A sort of apocalyptic Bill and Ted, Woodrow and Aiden pass the time blowing things up, building a flamethrower, and modifying cars with add-ons like a whisky dispenser. Exclamations of â€śdude,â€ť â€śsweet,â€ť and â€śawesomeâ€ť abound in their repartee, often as they work toward making the real world more closely resemble that of their favorite film. But theyâ€™re far from â€śtough guys.â€ť Woodrow and Aiden live in their own bubble, but upon realizing the ever expanding disparity between the world theyâ€™ve dreamed up and the one in which they actually live, they know itâ€™s soon to burst.
Bellflower takes the testosterone-laden violence, fire, and machismo of usually mindless action films and funnels them into a heartfelt vision of fractured romance via Woodrow and his girlfriend, Milly (Jessie Wiseman), a destabilizing force in an already-off-kilter film. Its set pieces seem more at home in the kind of genre flicks Woodrow and Aiden grew up on, but theyâ€™re used by Glodell as the most accurate way of externalizing his charactersâ€™ twisted perceptions. Like the vehicles Woodrow and Aiden work on so diligently, the film itself is a sort of mechanized hybrid, a Frankenstein-like fusion of Mad Max iconography and a rise-and-fall chronicle of a love affair between two people in over their heads (not unlike that in Blue Valentine). Clever intertitles and a homemade camera (dubbed the â€śCoatwolf,â€ť it was used to shoot two-thirds of the movie) alone would not make a good film, of course, so thankfully thereâ€™s a sincerity to Glodellâ€™s visionâ€”and this is nowhere more present than in the character he himself portrays. Bellflower 's dark joie de vivre and permeating sense of grief are embodied by Woodrow as he makes himself vulnerable physically, emotionally, and, eventually, neurologically. In addition to a psychological portrait, the film becomes an intensely stylized look at the boredom that can be wrought by suburban living, as well as the ever more dangerous ways this ennui is both manifested and counteractedâ€”not only fast cars and flamethrowers but also infidelity, domestic violence, and rivalries that end in bloodshed.
The word Bellflowerâ€”the suburban street that plays host to these increasingly destructive actsâ€”is never spoken aloud in the film, but comes to serve as a catchall encapsulation of the love, fun, sex, and trauma contained therein. Bellflower moves from one component to the next with kinetic elegance. Just as droning, bass-laden synth music transitions into country ballads, so too do the charactersâ€™ lives move from crest to trough. In practically call-and-response fashion, Glodell balances every joy with a grief, eventually tipping the scale toward the latter. The filmâ€™s attention-grabbing aestheticâ€”handheld, semi-shaky cinematography and saturated colorsâ€”perfectly matches Bellflowerâ€™s fervent energy, a hyperactivity that doesnâ€™t quite mask the slowly building tension. Though at first its preoccupation with cars and girls and broken bones makes it seem familiar, the film ultimately whittles itself away into something unrecognizable. The mood forged is increasingly stark and desperate in a way that bears mention: Glodell isnâ€™t merely pulling a bait-and-switch for the audience but rather showing that the world in which Woodrow now finds himself is a far cry from what he hoped and imagined it might be. At first appearing youthfully naĂŻve, Bellflower would, by film's end, be more accurately be described as almost hopelessly disenchanted.
Toward this end, Glodell breaks his central character down to the bone, showing that his surface wounds are mere symbols of the more urgent festering within: Bellflower isnâ€™t merely interested in flesh and flameâ€”itâ€™s concerned with the impulses that lead to (but can't control) violence. When, midway through, the nerve endings governing Woodrow's mental calculations are severely frayed, Bellflower grows all the more volatile, provoking not only discomfort but even genuine dread. The alcohol coursing throughout Woodrow, Aiden, and everyone elseâ€™s systems only exacerbates their urges. The dark territory traversed as a result is much less of a joy to watch than the film's sun-kissed beginnings, and the tension wrought by this contrast ultimately makes it clear that the filmâ€™s outwardly appealing set pieces are merely a means of drawing us into the hurt inside rather than self-serving action.
Glodell doesnâ€™t handle the darker hues quite as deftly, however. Certain scenes meant to mirror Woodrow's inner turbulence are hallucinatory to the point of near-incomprehension, and, perhaps intentionally, Bellflower temporarily loses focus in much the same way as its protagonist does. Woodrow's moments of clarity are rare here, and what few there are come about only as the result of repeated failed attempts at finding some semblance of bliss. He thus emerges as a young man who doesnâ€™t know what to do with the images burnt into his mind, whether real or injury-induced, and so he eventually retreats back into the Lord Humungusâ€“inspired reverie that has so fundamentally shaped his worldview rather than accept the world on its own terms. Between a near-lethal breakup and his and Aidenâ€™s growing realization that their California Dream has devolved into a nightmare, itâ€™s easy to see why the two young men continue pretending to be alpha males despite being anything but. So tainted is their shared worldview by the violent movies of their youth that theyâ€™re only able to understand real-life heartbreak by placing it in the sole framework they seem capable of fully processing. Bellflower may be disjointed and erratic, but so is the world it depicts.