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Patricia Ree Gilbert | ... | Self - Actress Testing for Alice |
| Don Fellows | ... | Self - Actor Testing for Freddy | |
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Jonathan Gordon | ... | Self - Soundman |
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Bob Rosen | ... | Self - Production Manager (as Bob Rosen) |
| William Greaves | ... | Self - Director | |
Filmmaker William Greaves is shooting a series of screen tests in New York City's Central Park for the two leads of a feature length movie, with the working title of "Over the Cliff". Simultaneously, he has a documentary filmmaking crew filming the behind the scenes making of the movie. In addition to seeing these two sets of footage (the film and the film of the film), the viewer also sees footage of a third film crew filming the these two in relation to what is happening overall as they film in the park while real life goes on around them, which in Bill's mind is part of the realism of the movie. "Over the Cliff" itself has no plot and no full script but only a working concept of sexuality being the movie's theme and snippets of scripted dialogue. This unstructured approach is to give the movie a sense of realism. The actors imply as much, but many of the crew, discussing in Grieves-less bullpen sessions, believe Greaves is unfocused and inept at what he is doing, while a minority ... Written by Huggo
A film that folds in on itself, where the lines between acting and acting natural is an equally weighted farce. Everyone is playing a part even when off-camera. Hiding behind their persona built up to appease others, or lost within the persona they've interjected themselves into when performing on film. Egotistical self-aggrandizing small-players all trying to assert their pseudo-philosophy about content that was in itself a lack of content.
It's such an utter takedown of perceived reality while operating under the confines of a camera lens that it's hard to even draw the lines between its genius and self-serving conceit.
And somewhere between where the true answer lies and the fabrication takes over is where the appeal can be found. Transient glimpses of something resembling "purposeful chaos" that keeps the viewer from looking away.
A reality that falls victim to the entropy of unguided celluloid. Directing byways of not. Acting byways of not. Development byways of not. It's a documentary-hybrid about nothing that becomes something by the mere fact that tangible film exists to support it.
A documentary-film hybrid about a documentary being filmed based on the 2nd filming crew that's documenting the filming process of the 1st film crew, while this 1st crew in question is in the process of shooting a screen test for a film with no clear beginning or end. Yeah... let THAT metacontextual mindfuck sink in.