Oconomowoc, Somewhat Starring a Polka-dotted Bathrobe


There’s one person in Oconomowoc who seems to be giving a performance. As Mr. Klitz, John Kishline’s actions are inexplicable, and his Spanglish incomprehensible, but he seems aware of the responsibility to command the audience’s attention through the short time he’s onscreen. We don’t know why, when we meet him, he’s sawing the toes off a running shoe, but he does it with conviction. That makes him a rarity in a film where the second most compelling performance is delivered by a polka-dotted bathrobe, worn open over a Speedo by hairy, pinkish Todd (Andrew Rozanski). His aimless stepson, Lonnie (Brendan Marshall-Rashid), has reluctantly returned home, and been roped into his friend Travis’s T-shirt business. (Travis is played by writer-director Andy Gillies; tellingly, they never actually sell a shirt.) Like the characters, all conversation and action in the film take turns amounting to nothing. There’s also a cute pharmacist/love interest (Cindy Pinzon) who posits that all guys are either gay or dicks, and while that threadbare sentiment is trite, in this town full of assholes—all seemingly straight—the evidence backs her up. The group runs afoul of a rival, a preteen selling T-shirts to other schoolyard kids. In one (apparently pivotal) confrontation, the music swells and all the dialogue remains unheard, giving the impression that the original audio was botched. Was there no ability for a reshoot, or just no enthusiasm?