Basically a lame “my sex life is so pathetic” monologue illustrated — with incessant voiceover commentary — “The Dry Spell” is an energetic but sophomoric indie comedy engineered by Minneapolis-to-L.A. emigres the Brothers Dowdle. While resourcefulness is more evident than talent, something about pic’s frantic eagerness to please suggests the sibs will be around for a while. Incredibly, lead Chip Godwin’s lowbrow mugging won an Honorable Mention at Slamdance. Microbudget feel and obvious DV lensing point toward minor small-screen prospects.
Josey Fargo (Godwin) is a 30-ish loser with no job, a homely look and geek demeanor. When not recalling past girlfriends (notably Casey Strand as “love of my life” Julie), he haplessly chases potential future ones, getting understandable responses that range from simple brush-off to taser-zapping. Who would possibly want to go out with “a horny little freak like moi”? In skit-like script’s logic, it’s the woman he serially annoys the most, natch. With more T&A, pic would be a ringer for “The Immortal Mr. Teas” and all other ’60s “nudie cuties” wherein nebbishy protags cracked burlesque jokes while ogling pretty girls. For best viewing results, beer consumption is advised.