"Drunktown's Finest" follows the intertwining lives of three young Navajos over the course of three or four days. Nizhoni (MorningStar Angeline), adopted as a child by a white couple and plagued by bad dreams, is trying to find her biological family; 'Sick Boy' (not his given name) is an irresponsible father-to-be who talks the talk about being a provider - he's even enlisted in the army - but who just can't seem to stop getting drunk, smoking weed or snogging unsuitable women at parties; and trans-gender Felixia (Carmen Moore) makes her living as a prostitute but dreams of the big time via a 'Women of the Navajo' calendar.
Although Native American beliefs and rituals are present in the film - at its centre is a young girl's womanhood ceremony - it wears its mysticism lightly, concentrating instead on aspects of life non-Indians can understand. There's also very little, if any, comment about the wrongs done by the white man to the Native American: such sentiments may be justified, but they can come across as one-sided and preachy when heard several times over.
Of the three leads, acting honours go to Jeremiah Bitsui as Sick Boy; he creates a believable, likable yet infuriating character. Angeline's performance may be hampered by her TV movie-like plot; while Moore's limp delivery of her lines may be a good portrayal of queeniness but, on the other hand, may indicate the actress just wasn't that interested in the material. Many of the supporting actors, I'm afraid, need to go back to drama school - too many sound like they're merely reciting their lines, rather than actually *saying* them.
The film has its flaws: I've already mentioned the melodramatic nature of Nizhoni's plot. Then there's the bits where two young characters facing important decisions are told homilies by older, wiser, heads: not so much a signpost as a great big flashing neon sign as to the choices they will make. But overall I really enjoyed this, and not just for the novelty of seeing a film featuring contemporary Native American characters; it's actually pretty engrossing.
Although Native American beliefs and rituals are present in the film - at its centre is a young girl's womanhood ceremony - it wears its mysticism lightly, concentrating instead on aspects of life non-Indians can understand. There's also very little, if any, comment about the wrongs done by the white man to the Native American: such sentiments may be justified, but they can come across as one-sided and preachy when heard several times over.
Of the three leads, acting honours go to Jeremiah Bitsui as Sick Boy; he creates a believable, likable yet infuriating character. Angeline's performance may be hampered by her TV movie-like plot; while Moore's limp delivery of her lines may be a good portrayal of queeniness but, on the other hand, may indicate the actress just wasn't that interested in the material. Many of the supporting actors, I'm afraid, need to go back to drama school - too many sound like they're merely reciting their lines, rather than actually *saying* them.
The film has its flaws: I've already mentioned the melodramatic nature of Nizhoni's plot. Then there's the bits where two young characters facing important decisions are told homilies by older, wiser, heads: not so much a signpost as a great big flashing neon sign as to the choices they will make. But overall I really enjoyed this, and not just for the novelty of seeing a film featuring contemporary Native American characters; it's actually pretty engrossing.