|8:30PM||Live Music by Hani Zhara|
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Lower East Side
350 Grand Street, New York, NY 10002
F, J, M, Z to Delancey Street-Essex Street; B, D, Q to Grand Street
Matt and Owen are high school best friends, constantly bullied by a group they call “The Dirties.” When an assignment goes awry, the friends hatch a plan for revenge on their tormentors.
The Dirties (Matt Johnson | Canada | 83 min.)
Matt and Owen are high school best friends and social outcasts whose only salvation and saving grace is film. They constantly quote, watch, and re-enact scenes from their favorite movies. As high schoolers, they lack a full understanding of the outside world, so they turn to film to look for solutions to the real issues they face (as maybe we all do at times, for better or worse).
When their student film isn’t well received and the bullying increases, Matt (played by director Matthew Johnson) and Owen (Owen Williams) decide to make a revenge fantasy in which they get payback on “The Dirties” by killing them. The revenge flick starts off as a joke for both boys, but slowly the joking stops and the threat of real violence begins. If the only way you understand the world is through film, it’s only a matter of time before reality and fiction overlap.
Matthew Johnson’s feature debut is an authentic portrayal of high school life, with a darkly comic view on bullying that makes the sensitive subject matter approachable. As an extreme parody, The Dirties is still a film that will make you laugh despite your better judgment, think deeply when you laugh, and talk about topical issues with a twisted wry smile.
We all remember the Matts and Owens in our teen years, and truthfully some of us were these guys. The Dirties is a personal and intimate reminder of those days, a look back into the lives of two kids who are just trying to survive the brutal world known as high school.
- Kristin Molloy
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