

June 19, 1998
Showings:
June 20 - Colonial Promenade, midnight
4 starving actors out of 5
Questions, questions, questions. Is it comedy with liberal smatterings of
reality? Is it reality with liberal smatterings of comedy? Is it mostly
improvisation? Is it mostly scripted? And who exactly is the "caboose?"
Oh hell! Better put those type-A personality tendencies aside for this
one, because WHO'S THE CABOOSE? revels in ambiguity, lathers in those
gray, fuzzy areas, and celebrates absurdity. Where else, then, would
something like this take place, but in Hollywood.
WHO'S THE CABOOSE? starts as a sobering documentary about a rare disease
striking the homeless population of New York city. After finding the
perfect antidote to sobriety, the drunken filmmakers decide to shift
their $25,000 in grant money to a more interesting subject - pilot season
in Hollywood.
The film crew follows a self-involved, aspiring actress named Susan
(Sarah Silverman) through auditions, lunches, dinners, parties, and any
other possible manifestation of the schmooze session. Susan's lackluster
boyfriend Max (Sam Seder) soon follows her to Tinseltown, in a weak
attempt to preserve their amusingly superficial relationship. He
instantly receives a crash course in the actor-eat-actor world of pilot
season.
Lesson 1: Everyone loves a "somebody" in Hollywood, but "nobodies" are
one step above vermin. This sets the stage for much of the film's comedy
with its depiction of bitter, failed actors; selfish, two-faced agents;
and mindless, pompous working actors.
Max, being a nobody, has to practically beg his old buddy Earl (David
Waterman) - who just landed his own pilot - to let him sleep on a tiny
exercise mat in his apartment. Earl overtly treats Max like a disease and
ribs him harshly throughout the story, creating some very funny moments.
After agreeing to let "Maxi-pad' stay for a while, Earl calmly requests
that he sterilize the workout mat each morning after sleeping on it.
Visually, WHO'S THE CABOOSE? is unimpressive. This is after all digital
Video - not film. It's shot from a fly-on-the-wall perspective in bleak
casting offices and fuzzy dark restaurant corners and boring apartments.
The unimaginative lensing screams "cheap!" This does, however, add to the
strong sense of documentary-style realism in the production.
Whatever blandness the eyes must endure is offset by the unparalleled
flaunting of verbal artistry in the film's characters. The dialogue is so
sharp and so natural, that you'd wonder if there was a script to begin
with. A long list of recognizable comedians - Andy Dick, David Cross, and
Kathy Griffin to name a few - flex their improvisational muscles in long,
unconstrained tirades about the business. Andy Dick's character, the
bitchy and controlling manager of Susan, describes his job at a dinner as
being "the good-cop, bad-cop" in acquiring work for clients. Scenes like
this leave little doubt that the actors and filmmakers have capitalized
on their real-life experiences in the Hollywood trenches while crafting
WHO'S THE CABOOSE?
Ken Fold (H. Jon Benjamin) epitomizes the sleazy entertainment lawyer who
can sell anything and anyone to his mindless, hype-driven contacts in the
business. After seeing Max shake a "somebody's" hand in a restaurant, Ken
smells money. He goes in for the kill, accosting Max at the
establishment's urinal. Ken eventually seduces the seemingly skeptical
Max into joining the pilot season game.
Time for a conference call. In one scene, Ken orchestrates a hilarious
hype session between opposing agencies, working the hold button, smiling
and winking at the astounded Max, building him into a mountain of talent.
The inside joke, however, is that Ken talks so much, he never has a
chance to learn that Max is basically a talent-less guy in Hollywood
simply there to see his actress girlfriend. Benjamin gives perhaps the
best performance in the picture. His fast-talking smoothness and
shit-eating perma-grin are impressive and abominable at the same time.
Maybe not your traditional comedic fodder, but WHO'S THE CABOOSE? is
darkly and viciously funny, nonetheless. The film is an indictment of the
ridiculous mentalities ruling Hollywood. Strangely enough, all the
loathsome vices of the characters only act as fuel to the comedic fire.

Jonathan Figg
After graduating Rollins College in 1997, I plummeted into the real
world as a writer and editor for an international business and finance
publication based out of Altamonte Springs. I've written three
feature-length screenplays and will direct my second short 16mm film
this July. I look forward to having one of my own films reviewed in The
Slant in the
not-too-distant future. I welcome your hate mail, love letters, and anything
in between at jonbug@ix.netcom.com.
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