Dominic DeJoseph's The Leafblower is a piece of pure Dadaism in black and
white; and the ambling oeuvre (it was shot without a script) is as coreless as it
is colorless. Emotively akin to Institute Benjamenta and Tetsuo: The Iron
Man, The Leafblower very plainly follows a leafblower (Jon Hearns). That's
it. And it's what the leafblower does - namely not much of anything, or anything
meaningful at least - that makes watching him such a relentlessly tedious experience.
The truly lamentable aspect of The Leafblower is that the outset, the film
does establish the potential to explore some interesting themes, among them (and
in direct concord with Tetsuo: The Iron Man) the convergence of man and machine
(even when swimming the leafblower does not separate from his mechanical apparatus)
or the obsessive way people take to ultimately pointless tasks (early in the film
the leafblower is clearing a lot of garbage in preparation for an alien landing never
to occur). Instead, the few promising moments quickly dovetail into a series of painfully
aimless scenes. The leafblower lays down by a pool for a nap. The leafblower talks
to someone in a bubble-wrap shirt. The leafblower wanders down a beach. The leafblower
refuels his vehicle. Maybe in some meta-symbolic fashion DeJoseph was making a point
along the lines of: "Look how wasteful of resources this film is, like the leafblower
himself." Maybe not.
--Michael Bertin
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