The American Astronaut (2001)

Director:

Cory McAbee

Writer:

Cory McAbee (writer)

Genre:

Musical | Comedy | Sci-Fi

Tagline:

Space is a lonely town.

Plot:

Samuel Curtis, an interplanetary trader, sets forth through a rustic and remote solar system, unaware that his old friend Professor Hess is trying to kill him.

Plot Keywords:

Planet | Musical Number | Spacecraft | Song | Absurdism

Awards:

1 win & 2 nominations

Cast

Cory McAbee	...	Samuel Curtis / Silverminer
Rocco Sisto	...	Professor Hess
Greg Russell Cook	...	The Boy Who Actually Saw a Woman's Breast (as Gregory Russell Cook)
Annie Golden	...	Cloris
James Ransone	...	Bodysuit
Joshua Taylor	...	Blueberry Pirate
Tom Aldredge	...	Old Man
Bill Buell	...	Eddie
Peter McRobbie	...	Lee Vilensky
Mark Manley	...	Henchman #1 (Hey Boy!)
Ned Sublette	...	Henchman #2 (Hey Boy!)
Joseph McKenna	...	Doorman
Doug McKean	...	Silverminer Jake
rest of cast listed alphabetically:
Bentley Wood	...	Young Johnny R.

Runtime:

91 min

Country:

USA

Language:

English

Color:

Black and White

Aspect Ratio:

1.85 : 1

Sound Mix:

Dolby Digital

Certification:

Australia:M

Company:

BNS Productions

Trivia:

The costumes for the women of Venus were made from shower curtains.

Quotes:

[Samuel answers the phone]
Professor Hess: Guess who this is?
Samuel Curtis: Professor Hess.
Professor Hess: That's right! You got it on the first try! For that, you get a kiss!
Samuel Curtis: I'll pass.
Professor Hess: W-what? You think I'd kiss you? You'd love it if I'd kiss you. And I would never kiss you.
Samuel Curtis: You said you were going to kiss me.
Professor Hess: I never said I'd kiss you. I never said that. You just want me to kiss you!
Samuel Curtis: Um... not really.
Professor Hess: Oh. I'm not good enough to kiss you. Is that what you're saying?

Soundtrack:

Love Smiles

If Aki Kaurismaki had made Rocky Horror...

... you'd have got something like The American Astronaut.

Writer/actor/director/musician Cory McAbee's ultra-low-budget indie The American Astronaut is something that almost defies description. Shot in black-and-white, it hearkens back to the science fiction of the 1900s and its description of the universe as consisting of a series of 'themed' worlds. Venus is inhabited solely by Southern Belles; Saturn by lonely miners; and there's a bar with an all-male dancing contest in the asteroid belt. Space cowboy Samuel Curtis wends his way through this dreamlike universe with a blase charm, like Han Solo if he'd suggested to Greedo that they don't fight, but instead go bass fishing. Pursued by a deranged Pee-Wee Herman-esque mad scientist (played by noted character actor and HBO regular Rocco Sisto), he has to take The Boy Who Once Saw A Woman's Breast and exchange him for a corpse, which he can then take back to Earth, along with the stinking hydraulic gimp that he picks up along the way.

If this all sounds confusing, that's because you're over-thinking it. McAbee's fourth movie and his full-length debut is a collection of oddball moments and weird incidents, told with a certain sweetness of tone. Early David Lynch is a good sign post, but then so are the Quay brothers. Yet neither has McAbee's well-intentioned sense of humor. There are no overt jokes, but somehow he catches that mood of security that pervades the oddest of dreams. No matter how bizarre, it never becomes terrifying. This is, of course, helped by the occasional song and dance number, with music provided by the director's day job in his band The Billy Nayer Show.

If McAbee has made any mistake, it's that this is almost too relentlessly and resiliently oddball. Conventional audiences will have no truck with this, and those looking for subversive cinema may find that it almost tries too hard to be off-kilter. However, while McAbee does feel like he's pushing his own personal envelope, it's undeniable that he is has unique and perverse cinematic vision. Most importantly, his vision allows him to make a true creative virtue of his low-to-zero budget. Primitive space cowboys who managed to launch their barn into the solar void use tin cans as oxygen filters: space travel is represented through flash cards: and bizarre alien cultures are summed up by raiding the prop cupboard of the local amateur dramatics society. In less talented hands, this would be abortive. Yet McAbee thinks around all the problems out of which so many other directors just buy themselves.