Returning to the place where you spent your youth is a frequent theme in American cinema. For small budgets, for the director-debutant generally fertile ground - here and drama can be built, and comedy.
As in this case - absolutely unfamiliar faces of the actors (well, except for Ted Arsidy), the director - he is the performer of the main role, created a surprisingly believable picture, awkward, with an incomprehensible, absolutely organic for the characters and places, humor.
Christopher Avedisian was reincarnated on the screen in a kind of Lebowski of the 21st century, in strange glasses, with a strange hairstyle and even stranger thoughts and conversations. His character during the film does not get out of mind ... you think what it is, why he says it?
In contrast to him - Peter (Jesse Wakeman) a resident of the metropolis, stylishly dressed, adult, restrained intellectual.
And this "black" and "white" come into battle in the territory of the "black". Of course, Peter, from another social stratum, knows how to behave in society, while Donaln still throws shit in packages. And so you look at these situations and you start to feel shame, even despise Donald. Why should one be black and the other white? One good, the other bad?
Just because one doesn't fit into some framework of behavior?
After all, if you reject snobbery, they are both in something good. They returned to their former friendship, even for a day. And I think that coming back helped them both. Isn't that the director's point?
Dude, do you really want pot?
8 out of 10