If you want to see a vital example of how the indie spirit can interface with Hollywood, check out the spiky and surprising Cyrus. It stars John C. Reilly as John, a big, doofy, slovenly, and lovable middle-aged loser, and Jonah Hill as Cyrus, the blandly hostile and two-faced 21-year-old offspring of John's new girlfriend, Molly (Marisa Tomei) - in other words, the creepy clinging son from hell. The moment they meet, with Cyrus putting on an expert show of bogus politeness, the two men kick off an escalating war of wills.
Since their rivalry is often quite funny, you don't have to squint too hard to imagine the same scenario played out as a synthetically broad and cartoonish mainstream comedy (I can just imagine it with, say, Ben Stiller and Angus T. Jones). The filmmaking team of Jay and Mark Duplass clearly love those comedies. Yet they work with a rhythm and tone, and a psychological fascination, that are altogether more realistic - closer, in spirit, to something the young Roman Polanski might have brought off. Cyrus may on some level be a stunt, yet the Duplasses' slightly sluggish, low-budget, mumblecore style allows this story to flower as both light-fingered lark and drama of suspenseful dysfunction.
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