Recap: Flyover Film Festival 2012

What separates “The Comedy” from other examples of malicious comics humiliating commoners is the deep melancholy that suffuses the film. Proportioned like a clown and possessed of a Falstaffian irreverence, Swanson is instead a kind of shit-touched Midas. If, to paraphrase Don Draper, happiness is the moment before you need more happiness, for Swanson winding up a rube is the moment before you give up in utter disgust with the rube, yourself, and the world. […]

I scribbled some notes on the most recent Flyover Film Festival, which took place over four days last weekend in Louisville.