This is the film that goes all the way to prove that understatement is often more amusing than anything else. Lacking slapstick, funny "characters" and too predictable situations it wanders along its own path and lets us go along. If we want. If we don't, that's okay but we'll miss the fun. Jason Priestly portrays a slacker who finds a calling. He also discovers Yoga and the teacher of same. Peter Riegert gives the sliest performance as the "instructor" for Priestly who quickly discovers that sometimes instinct needs no teaching. There is a delusional casualness to the lives and actions of all involved but this underscores the simplistic plot that relies on character and performance rather than stultified situations. (Garofalo must be the most dis-interested prostitute on screen.) But it all works. One hopes this will over time get a DVD and more exposure. A cult favourite in the making.
Review of Coldblooded
