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by Roger Walker-Dack
EDGE Media Network Contributor
Monday Oct 21, 2019

This is a rather bizarre coming-of-age comic drama that demands your patience: Watching it as it is not the task. "Cubby" the feature film debut of its creator/director/producer and star, Mark Blane, who plays immature 26-year-old Mark, and it starts as he is driving with his mother cross-country to start a new life in New York.

You can quickly tell that Mark has inherited many of his controlling mother's neuroses: He feels the need to perpetually lie to escape her and get on with his imaginary life. He arrives in the city with a few scant possessions, nowhere to live, and a fictitious job as an art gallery receptionist. For the first time in his life, he also has no therapist, and his supply of the pills that calm him down and enable him to function is fast running out.

The only person in town he knows even vaguely is someone he was at school years ago; fortunately, that friend has a spare room in the apartment he shares with others. Now ensconced there, the only work that Mark can find is babysitting six-year-old Milo (Joseph Seuffert). The gig doesn't pay enough to cover his rent, so Mark is always in debt, but since he and Milo both have childlike minds they instantly bond.

Mark is a gay virgin, too, and a lot of his day is spent imagining a life with his fantasy Mr. Leather Man. He is so obsessed with the fantasy that when he meets a real man in the nearby Community Garden who obviously likes him, Mark really has no idea of how to respond or behave.

Despite his failings (and a weak script that wanders too far from the point too often), Mark finally discovers his ability as an artist and becomes an (almost) functioning member of society who is also able to have a romantic relationship. Blane is unquestionably fascinating and is completely absorbed in this character that he has lovingly created (which may even be based on him).

It definitely stretches one's patience on more than one occasion. However, the joy (!) of being a film critic is that we are required to see the whole movie to the very last frame, and in this case, it turns out to be a blessing, as the ending was one of the best parts.

Roger Walker-Dack, a passionate cinephile, is a freelance writer, critic and broadcaster and the author/editor of three blogs. He divides his time between Miami Beach and Provincetown.

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