‘From Hollywood to Rose': Film Review

Eve Annenberg takes an all-night train trek in a marriage dress in Liz Graham and Matt Jacobs’ shifting-ensemble hangout.

A homely, prime lady in an radical marriage dress play a late-evening train in Los Angeles, mascara tarnishing down her face. She doesn’t utterly have a full fare, and isn’t prone to speak about how she got in this mess. For a rest of her all-night odyssey by a region’s train lines, she’ll be distant from a weirdest impression we accommodate in From Hollywood to Rose, a semi-comic entrance by writer-directors Liz Graham and Matt Jacobs. A self-referential “quest film” that could simply be a play in one of L.A.’s black-box theaters, a design has a tough time removing over a magnificent quirks and removing to a point; for some viewers who locate what will expected be a really brief run, though, that aimlessness will be a categorical virtue.

Eve Annenberg plays “Woman in Wedding Dress,” heading an ever-changing clothe whose characters frequency get correct names. She sits wide-eyed as dual cross-dressing group brawl drunkenly or a firmly wound immature lady has an obnoxiously shrill quarrel on a phone. The straightest looking chairman she sees is shortly revelation her how he communicates with a dragons during a core of a earth.

She engages with no one until dual corpulent fanboys (Maxx Maulion and Brad Herman) strike on a theme she likes. Just as a spectator competence start to whine, Do we really have to listen to this bellowed, pissy squabble over a merits of Christopher Nolan’s Batman contra Tim Burton’s?, a speak turns to sci-fi and Woman pipes up: “I adore Blade Runner.”

The dudes cater a clearly exposed woman, perplexing to step smoothly around a doubt of her garb, and by one portion and another they breeze adult spending most of a night with her on mixed train rides and during several purveyors of junk food. Turns out she was a jilter, not a jiltee, and adequate of her story is told to sorta-kinda clear a need she now feels to get from a Walk of Fame out to Venice Beach.

Along a approach there are some-more characters, some who call behind to other stories in doubtful though not annoyingly constructed ways. More importantly, Woman comes to life only a bit, holding some beginning and behaving reduction like a droopy intent of pity. That’s a flattering low bar for a drastic tour — the dorks’ extended contention of ’80s query cinema invites us to see this outing in that light — though for a L.A. Metro, it’ll have to do.

 

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Cast: Eve Annenberg, Maxx Maulion, Brad Herman, Chia Chien, David Wilder

Directors: Liz Graham, Matt Jacobs

Screenwriter: Matt Jacobs

Producers: Eve Annenberg, Liz Graham, Matthew Jacobs, Jon Schweigart

Directors of photography: James Carman, Jon Schweigart

Editors: Jack Haigis, Christine Kelley

Composer: Joel Diamond

83 minutes

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