Kill The Moonlight (1994) – Steven Hanft.

Amiably ambling indie comedy drama about increasingly frustrated dude Chance's (Thomas Hendrix) desperate attempts to raise the lofty 2.500 bucks to get his beloved stock car back on track, and the myriad pitfalls he experiences upon said boozy mission. Kill The Moonlight has a low-fi, appealingly meandering quality, the music herein having no less of a meandering, fuzzily low-fi appeal, tonally matched by the cast's oddball, equally Ghost Town'd performances. Not expressly similar, but Hanft's progressively THCeed, loosey-goosey mise-en-scene frequently vibes with early Solondz, Hartley, and Linklater. For my money, the director did a credible job building a relatable proletariat diorama for his aspirational protagonist to goof off in. I would happily watch this again with company, as I believe the quirkier comedic elements would be greatly enhanced when shared. While you can't truly escape the impression that Chance is on an inexorably downward slide, but y'all still want the cat to get his shambolic life, and stock car in higher gear. Yo! Any film that boldly claims Henry Winkler is the greatest of all movie stars is all good in my book, but what do I know, I'm just a schmuck living in a room the size of a walnut casing. Now that Hanft's film has percolated in my celluloid-clotted mind for a few hours, I think I can say without fear of hyperbole that Kill The Moon is utterly righteous!

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