Jeffrey Maccubbin's inchoate "Flush" veritably drips with the undefined angst of big city youth finding their sexual identity and downtown office workers searching for meaning in their lives.
Jeffrey Maccubbin’s inchoate “Flush” veritably drips with the undefined angst of big city youth finding their sexual identity and downtown office workers searching for meaning in their lives. This description may give pic, shot on what appears to be either an upgrade of a Pixel video camera or a low-grade digital unit, more philosophical substance than it has any right to claim, since none of the parts — never mind the whole — of Maccubbin’s shaggy Chicago-based ensemble drama congeal for a moment’s revelation. The semi-improvised swirl is afflicted with cinematic ADD, failing to attend to its central concerns in favor of aimless sideshows. Experiment-trending fests are pic’s best hope.
The 15-year-old Shannon (Tai Little) eyeballs some gay porn in the apartment rented out to teacher Shawn (Maccubbin) by Faye (Arlene Cooney), Shannon’s jittery office-worker mom. Shannon’s curiosity about man-love has the unforeseen effect of transforming her pals Roger (William Byrne) and Chesney (Shawn Quinlan) into lovers, while Faye fumbles her advances to a rather blank co-worker, Phil (Brett Coy). Maccubbin appears at this stage more interested in heightened sound effects and ultra-wide-angle lenses than coherent ideas.