Guillermo Is a Trip, But to Where?
There’s something strange about Billy Gale, Sr. His wife’s sister warned her not to marry him, his boss finds him to be a total screw-up, and he has an odd passion for doughnuts. Maybe he’s been taking too much lithium. Or not enough. Or none at all. Is he a psychopath with twisted desires or merely one of us who have had enough of nagging spouses and insufferable bosses?
If David Lynch had a warped sense of humor (not that he doesn’t), loved mariachi music, and needed to fill a half hour, Guillermo is the kind of film he would make. Non-linear--maybe even nonsensical--story-telling, accented by bursts of violence and cool camera angles characterize this independent film about a guy on the edge. (If you watched Twin Peaks, you already know how Lynch feels about doughnuts.)
What is Billy Gale, Sr., on the edge of? That’s pretty much left up to the viewer to decide. The line between fantasy and reality is not blurred—it is non-existent. Billy is one of those guys with whom you definitely don’t want to ride the elevator; his smile is too wide and lasts a millisecond too long (just long enough to assure us that something isn’t right in there).
Ronnie Prouty stars as the enigmatic, over-the-top Billy Gale, Sr., John Kirk is the nastier-that-we’ll-ever-know boss, and Ellana Barksdale is shrewish wife Konnie. What most of the characters in Billy’s life prove is that people don’t know when to shut up. The one exception is a co-worker named Nancy Sanchez (Nancy Olivares), whose face and body language say it all most effectively.
Guillermo opens Saturday, December 18 at the Barnsdall Gallery Theater¸ Los Angeles. If you’re in the neighborhood and crave a wild ride, check it out.