Brute Farce

An adroitly acted, crudely shot character study-cum-misogyny mudbath, Roger Dodgerproudly flaunts its membership in a bizarre subgenre of recent American indie: the post-LaBute-brute harangue. Ostensibly satirical, the formula focuses on the predatory male of the species covering his nuts with prattle and theorizing ad nauseam about efficiently racking up bedroom conquests, à la The Tao of Steve, Your Friends & Neighbors, and any number of booty-call comedies. This sort of narrative investment never promises great returns—the wittily articulated case for sexual Darwinism is supposed to be its own reward, and rarely is. First-timer Dylan Kidd's film isn't Molièrian in its misanthropy, but rather as boneheaded as an hour of talk-radio hobgoblin Tom Leikis.

Shark-like, full-of-cum adman Roger Swanson (Campbell Scott) is Kidd's voice of perverted reason, relentlessly regaling every other character with his knowledge of gender-combat nuance. We never see him actually talk anyone's legs open, but Kidd makes sure his protagonist's bullshit is self-confident and informed. Roger's trial appears in the form of Nick (Jesse Eisenberg), his bright, semi-dweeby Ohio nephew visiting New York; virginal and sweet-natured, Nick undergoes Uncle Roger 101 in a night-long cherry-breaker.

Nick is the movie's most idiosyncratic character by far, but in scene after scene Kidd squanders him on discomfort drama. Cagily miserable and chatty as a hyperactive neurotic, Roger is no more than an irritant; Kidd musters no insight into the grim pathology of the woman-objectifying, got-game living dead. Worse, the movie's coda virtually paints him as a hero. Though Kidd's dialogue does calisthenics, and Scott and Eisenberg work like dray horses, Roger Dodger avoids asking the thorny questions. As in, why is this insidious creep worth an entire movie?

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Roger Dodger
Written and directed by Dylan Kidd
Artisan
Opens October 25

The Bank
Written and directed by Robert Connolly
Cinema Guild
Opens October 25, at the Quad

All the Queen's Men
Directed by Stefan Ruzowitsky
RWritten by David Schneider
Strand Opens October 25

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