DV-shot “Kissing Metal” tells the transparently autobiographical story of a French expatriate producer foundering in Hollywood — written, directed and starring said producer, Philippe Caland. Unlike “New Suit,” that much slicker Gallic send-up of Hollywood that’s been doing the fest rounds, pic’s tinseltown satire is oblique and soft-edged. Poor image quality, dubious touches of whimsy and absence of known talent rule out theatrical life. Still, pic possess a rueful charm that works well with its comically contemplative tone and zero-budget absurdism, so fest and indie cable could call.
In a tent under the skeleton of his unfinished dream house, an independent Hollywood producer struggles to keep his head above water as everything falls apart around him. Bolstered by mantras and a $2,000-a-month rental statue of Buddha (the kissed metal of the title), he turns his obsessive need to release his unsaleable last feature, the aptly titled “Dead Girl,” into a moneymaking venture, even if it means interpolating footage of an Indian distributor making necrophilic love to the star corpse, via blue-screen, to cinch a foreign sale.