Brooklyn Brothers Beat the Best
When it rains it pours for underachieving New Yorker Alex (O'Nan), a would-be musician who can't seem to catch a break. Dumped by a girlfriend and ditched by bandmate Kyle (Jason Ritter), Alex snaps and quits his mind-numbing day job at a low-level real estate office, only to land in further hot water when one of his weekly musical therapy performances for special needs teens goes awry. Seemingly out of nowhere appears Jim (Michael Weston), a gung-ho oddball who channels his unique musical sensibilities through a variety of children's instruments.
Jim tells Alex he's a huge fan of his, and that he has a cross-country tour for which he needs a partner already booked, culminating in a battle-of-the-bands contest out west. Throwing caution to the wind, Alex finally agrees to join Jim on this unlikely journey. Hijinks ensue, naturally. Along the way the pair pick up Cassidy (Arielle Kebbel), a small town Pennsylvania girl looking for adventure, and even end up paying a visit to Alex's much older brother Brian (Andrew McCarthy), where Alex connects with his 10-year-old nephew, Jackson (Jake Miller).
Drafting several friends and colleagues from past projects, O'Nan (The Dry Land) crafts a broad enough palette to capture and hold a viewer's interest. Abetted by good work from cinematographer Gavin Kelly, Brooklyn Brothers is rangy enough that the sort of discrete set pieces that road movies naturally engender feel fairly practical, and diverse to boot. If there's a problem, it lies in the movie's sometimes whiplash-inducing tone, and its scattershot focus. Weston feels like he stepped out from an It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia-based improv class, while O'Nan has a raw-nerve melancholy that — even when filtered through dialogue meant to be a bit funny — bends toward the realistic. That's not really the case with Jim.
Certain narrative beats, too, feel more like duty-bound inclusion than honestly invested in, as if O'Nan had some Conventional Story Nazi peering over his shoulder and rapping his knuckles, preventing him from fully veering off into wild, Napoleon Dynamite-type territory that the movie's opening initially augurs. A more disciplined "bromance," sifting through personality and attitudinal changes in Alex and Jim triggered and enforced by one another, might have made for a film of deeper and more lasting interest. The inclusion of Cassidy perverts that focus, however.
Still, Brooklyn Brothers is different in many other respects, and its atypicality and handcrafted qualities make it more endearing than something more polished. The film's music, too — a kind of nerdy synth-pop characterized by one character as "the Shins meets Sesame Street" — is one of its undeniable selling points. If its romance feels forced, the original songs by O'Nan and others (an album is forthcoming from Rhino Records) root Alex's journey and the movie as a whole, and give it a sincere heart. Brooklyn Brothers isn't the best, but it beats plenty of other indie offerings out there. For the full, original review, from ShockYa, click here. (Oscilloscope, unrated, 98 minutes)