There’s this whole gross genre of film narrative, mostly by middle-aged screenwriters and directors, about forty-year-old men lusting after teenage girls. Think Ghost World and American Beauty. Aside from extruding your pineal gland through your forehead and beaming your revolting thoughts directly onto a screen, there’s no form offering more creator transparency.
But Uncle Nick, directed by Chris Kasick, exaggerates the genre’s details to emphasize its grossness. Slobby, alcoholic Nick, played by Brian Posehn, loads up on Christmas Eve supplies at a liquor store and heads out with the specific goal of banging his douchebag brother’s stepdaughter (Melia Renee).
Posehn’s family includes alt-comedy mainstays Scott Adsit and Paget Brewster, as well as the very funny Missi Pyle. Nick’s creep brother, played by Beau Ballinger, is a nastier character than Nick, sponging off of his well-to-do wife and bullying his nerdy stepson. Somehow, the film also shoehorns dark baseball history into its holiday noir, relating in starkly shot flashbacks the infamous 1974 Ten-Cent Beer Night riots at an Indians vs. Rangers game and dividing its running time into nine “innings” of increasing drunken grimness.
Like an umpire dodging a hurled battery, the film ducks its own premise just a bit: Nick’s niece is twenty, not a teenager, and the film veers toward a redemptive ending. But Posehn, flaunting his insulin-resistant physique and middle-aged dong, is the perfect counterpoint to the wretched American Beauty, providing a way more accurate portrayal of midlife creepiness.
Directed by Chris Kasick
Dark Sky Films
Opens December 4, Nitehawk Cinema