All those people dressed up as movie characters on Hollywood get their moment on the bigscreen in “The Reinactors."
All those people dressed up as movie characters on Hollywood Boulevard get their moment on the bigscreen in underground helmer David J. Markey’s formless “The Reinactors,” which has little thesis beyond a misguided view of its subjects as victims of the Hollywood machine. Discerning viewers, however, will more likely recognize these buskers as sadly delusional, and occasionally unbalanced. Similar in subject matter to another docu making the fest rounds, “Confessions of a Superhero,” pic may get briefly passed around the indie circuit.
Everyone from Freddy Krueger to a bad Marilyn imitator to Pirate Jack strolls the block hoping to make a few bucks from tourists. Ironies abound: A boastful Christopher Dennis, as Superman, talks of preserving the integrity of the street, but he’s little more than a racist pothead. Despite run-ins with the law, these glorified panhandlers have every right to stand in front of Grauman’s Chinese, though talk of their “careers” in the entertainment industry simply reveals how removed they are from reality. Vid and sound quality are fine, but Markey needs to find a better hook than vague sympathy for the down-and-out.