For Florida's sole remaining sex surrogate, love is a many splintered thing.
It's not just giant companies cashing in on America's defense industry.
How a throwaway idea at the Barkley ad agency became the "Sonic Guys."
A diner's guide to Texas's oldest Mexican restaurants.
In fact, Josh assures the audience at the beginning -- addressing the camera directly -- the setting isn't even San Francisco, despite an overwhelming physical resemblance: It is, in fact, a similar, but wholly fictional, city named San Franclisco. These opening scenes are reminiscent of the beginning of This Is Spinal Tap, where director Marty DiBergi (director Rob Reiner) speaks to us from his editing room. The use of this technique is not surprising when you realize that the screenplay is based on a monologue Kornbluth wrote and performed on stage in the early '90s.
Wisely, he has not chosen to merely film his old stage act, à la Eric Bogosian, Lily Tomlin and Spalding Gray. Very, very few performers -- not necessarily including all of the aforementioned -- can transfer the immediacy of a live, one-person show to film effectively enough to hold the undivided attention of the audience. Richard Pryor is the most successful example, but even Tomlin, one of the few comedians of the last thirty years to approach Pryor's brilliance, lost something by transplanting her Search for Signs of Intelligent Life in the Universe to the big screen.
Add to that the fact that Kornbluth is not an immediately prepossessing onscreen presence: Roly-poly, bespectacled and balding, he looks more than a little like Jay Sherman, the animated protagonist of the TV show The Critic. And his performing, at least in Haiku Tunnel, is broad and clunky enough to suggest that he is more of a storyteller than an actor.
So, with his collaborators, he has changed his monologue into an ensemble piece. While he continues to narrate throughout, and the visuals are sometimes merely illustrations, he has made the material into a more appropriately cinematic work. The center of the piece -- Josh's freaking out over the transition to "perm" status -- is symbolized by seventeen letters that new boss Bob Shelby (Warren Keith) asks him to type up and mail on his first day. There is no doubt that, were the usually reliable and efficient Josh still a temp, the letters would be in the mail almost immediately; it is only when he changes status that they become the embodiment of sheer dread, pursuing him like some hound of heaven.
Even with the nurturing aid of his co-workers -- Mindy (Amy Resnick), Clifford (Brian Thorstenson) and DaVonne (June Lomena) -- he manages to continue to screw up the painfully simple task of getting a handful of envelopes into the postal system. This is not ineptness, it's self-sabotage in the face of commitment. You want to grab the poor shlub by the lapels, slap his face and scream, "Just mail the goddamned letters, already!"
After a few very funny early sequences, tricked up with grotesque, surreal editing and camerawork, the movie gets bogged down a bit during the first third. Much of the problem is Kornbluth's shnook persona, which, while sympathetic, can wear thin quickly. He is such a recognizable type that you think, "Why pay for a movie when I can get this from my friends for free?"