A film festival without a quirky indie comedy is like a day without sunshine. Helping to fulfill this inevitability for SXSW is Bag of Hammers, from feature debut director Brian Crano. Starring co-writer Jake Sandvig, Jason Ritter and the lovely Rebecca Hall, who’s worked with Crano on two previous shorts, Rubberheart and Official Selection. As it stands, reviews seem a tad mixed; Jonathan Sullivan saw it and wasn’t too keen on it, although Jack Giroux happened to enjoy the film.
The trailer has premiered on the official site, and the plot is as follows:
“A comedy about two misfit best friends incapable of growing up, whose direction is tested by an abandoned child, worn beyond his years; together they invent the family they’ve always needed.”
It’s not a bad trailer, either. While I can maybe see where some problems would come in (the production values look kind of low, some of the acting a little spotty), I’d say it kind of works. No release date has been set, but you can see the trailer below:
What do you think of this trailer? Are you excited for the film?
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