Overnight movie review, Mark Brian Smith, Tony Montana, Troy Duffy, Jeffrey Baxter, Billy Connolly, Willem Dafoe, Ron Jeremy, Jake Busey, Jeff Goldblum, Sean Patrick Flanery, Norman Reedus, Harvey Weinstein. Review by Rob Blackwelder ©SPLICEDwire
Rent DVDs From NetFlix Buy movies From Amazon Buy Posters From AllPosters

SPLICEDwire content is available for print, web, radio & PDA starting at just $99/month!
SHOWBIZ SUICIDE
A scene from 'Overnight'
Buy movie posters at AllPosters.com
Courtesy Photo
"OVERNIGHT"
*** stars
82 minutes | Rated: R
NY/LA: Friday, November 10, 2004
LIMITED: December, 2004

Directed by Mark Brian Smith, Tony Montana, Troy Duffy, Jeffrey Baxter, Billy Connolly, Willem Dafoe, Ron Jeremy, Jake Busey, Jeff Goldblum, Sean Patrick Flanery, Norman Reedus, Harvey Weinstein


 OTHER REVIEWS/COMING SOON
 
  • Behind the scenes
  • Billy Connolly
  • Willem Dafoe
  • Jake Busey
  • Jeff Goldblum


  •  LINKS for this film
    Official site
    at movies.yahoo.com
    at Rotten Tomatoes
    at Internet Movie Database

     SHOWTIMES (movies.yahoo.com)
    Title: (optional)
    ZIP:
    Documentary tracks the instantaneous rise, ego-fueled fall of an 'Overnight' sensation

    By Rob Blackwelder

    Like watching a train wreck in slow motion while an ignorant, arrogant engineer shovels more coal onto the fire, "Overnight" is a cautionary tale about the fickle nature of showbiz in which the victim is his own worst enemy. A documentary following the rapidly self-destructing, stalled-rocket career of Troy Duffy, a Boston bartender/bouncer who on a fluke landed a sweetheart writing-directing deal with Miramax Films in 1997, the film would be painful to watch if its subject weren't such an insufferable lunkheaded egomaniac.

    The kind of boastful, booze-pounding tough guy who might get in bar fights for fun, Duffy sold Miramax's Harvey Weinstein on his vigilante-with-a-heart script called "The Boondock Saints," and was paid $300,000 up front. Then he was given a $15 million budget for the movie, on which he would have casting approval and final cut -- two creative controls Miramax rarely grants even to established cinematic geniuses. But as his friends film every moment for what Duffy clearly thinks will be a rise-to-glory making-of about his film and the illustrious career to come, this flash-in-the-pan refuses all advice and begins alienating powerful Hollywood players, burning bridges left and right.

    Within weeks, no one at Miramax will take his calls. Over the next three years, Duffy clings desperately to his inflated sense of self-importance. "We have a deep cesspool of creativity here," insists the badly-in-need-of-a-dictionary wannabe filmmaker, whose self-proclaimed talent and vision are quite simply never on display. As for Miramax, "they're gonna pay dearly for saying no to us," Duffy barks, habitually swearing up a storm.

    With his every blunder being captured for posterity, this documentary practically made itself. As such it's not an extraordinary movie by any means, and watching this debacle unfold isn't what I'd call entertaining, but the disaster story it tells is at once tragic, richly deserved and uncomfortably personal -- and that combination makes it fascinating. I don't know that it's worth spending $8 to $10 to see in theaters, but once it turns up on cable, anyone with an interest in seeing how Hollywood can chew someone up and spit him out shouldn't miss it.











    SEARCH SPLICEDwire
     
    powered by FreeFind
    SPLICEDwire home
    Online Film Critics Society
    ©SPLICEDwire
    All Rights Reserved
    Return to top
    Current Reviews
    SPLICEDwire Home