This is the little film that couldn't. Predictable from the very
beginning, Spiral tells the story of
a man tormented by nightmares of having done something bad – something that
smells like homicide… and after one and a half hours that feel like labor pains
we finally realize that the smell – or the stink, to say it properly – is real.
Adam Green and Joel David Moore are credited as directors, with Moore doubling
as the actor in charge of Mason, the main character
Mason is a shy but competent insurance telemarketer by day
and oil painter by night, a loner who is afraid of human contact and whose only
friend is Berkeley, his office boss (Zachary Levi), a friendship that can only
be the contraption of a mediocre script. Add to this the stage entrance of
Amber (Amber Tamblyn), a perky and attractive young woman who works nearby that,
unexpectedly of course, is also attracted to this social outcast who, as the
movie plot thickens, we come to know that has more success with the ladies that
the infamous college boy Van Wilder, a good luck that he uses to turn the
unwise girls into his victims after he paints their portraits.
Though Spiral feels
more like a waste of time than anything else, I have to concede that it
succeeds in avoiding the staple serial killer gore and in allowing the neurotic histrionics
of Joel David Moore run wildly free. My advice to the movie lovers: watch it only
as a last resort.
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