Angelica Chitwood : Carrie
Melinda Dekay : Clarelle
Arsh Singh : Ranjit
Director : Ryan Lemasters
“Jezus Christ, I don’t even need zoom on you girls.”
In terms of comedy, I’m really a bad reference. Admittedly, I am a difficult person when it comes to humor. Maybe it’s my special sense of humor. So, the average comedies are rarely entertaining enough for me. It horrified me when I saw that “All out Dysfunktion” was marked with the label “comedy”. And honestly, the first 15 minutes I had to grit my teeth. Until I surely discovered some funny moments at a given time and the interactions between the characters had an intriguing effect on me. And no, it’s not those two hotties on the bench that made it interesting. At first I was annoyed about some shortcomings. The editing wasn’t exactly spectacular in the beginning and I could even hear a muffled giggle in the background (I suppose that was someone from the crew). But as the film progressed, the editing became flawless and smoothly.
The turning point in the movie was when Clarelle (Melinda Dekay) shared an intimate moment with both Tyrell (David Bianchi) and Gator (Dan Sanders-Joyce). It looked like a deep philosophical moment, however it was abruptly interrupted by this hale and hearty old lady. Indeed, a funny moment. This sublime acting moment is the transition from the introductory part to the part which is more chaotic and shows a drug-soaked party.
The whole story takes place in a modern-looking building with a variety of personalities renting a room there. Clarelle, a spirited old lady, who apparently had something to do with varieté in the past, tries to keep everything under control. Because the residents are so different to eachother, conflicts are inevitable. They all seem a little bit peculiar and crazy. Hence the title “Dysfunktion”, I suppose. The colorful group consists of Tyrell, a slightly neurotic gayish type who suffers from a severe form of hosophobia. Gator is the misfit with pretty much disgusting habits and he’s also the grandson of Clarelle. Ranjit (Arsh Singh) is an Indian pervert who spends his time in front of his computer getting horny while watching Pleasure (Jenn Pinto), another resident he’s secretly in love with, on a porn website. Finally, there’s Carrie (Angelica Chitwood) who has a serious cocaine problem (Chitwood? Appropriate name) and she’s the one who comes up with this bright idea to organize a rave party.
The first part of the film is used to introduce the characters and to clarify their personality. Sometimes it was long-winded and funny moments are fairly scarce. Until there’s this entire film crew filming a porn. Time for some hilarious moments. Especially Azeebo (Poncho Hodges), who fails in doing the job, provided some chuckle moments. I was extremely enthusiastic about the contribution of Mike ‘Mix Under Thunder’ (Yul L. Spencer) as the director. A Spanish-looking chatterbox who looked exactly like Skinner from “Ratatouille.” Both in terms of temperament and stature. But I must pay tribute to the excellent acting performance of Melinda Dekay. What a sublime rendition. Both sober and foggy state.
My assumption that this would be yet another comedy, subsequently turned out wrong. After the turning point, they focused more on the dramatic life of the protagonists. A feeling of deep compassion emerged, as details of everyone’s personal life were laid bare. The biggest downside of the whole film was the story on its own. Ultimately, this was a fairly simple story without too much sophistication. A crazy group huddles together and an organized party degenerates into some violent situations. That’s it in a nutshell. The absurd situations and interactions made it a bit more interesting. There’s one thing I’m sure of. I’m sure the record (owned by “The Wolf of Wall Street“) in using the F-word, certainly was broken. That number exceeded even the number of people who worked for this film.