Funny Page is not a movie I enjoyed watching, but it is a movie that’s darn good at what it’s doing. And what it’s doing is showing us an underbelly of America full of strange, grimy people living their lives in ways that might seem strange but seems to work for them. So, no matter what else can be said, kudos to the movie for sticking this sticky landing.

The flick is a comin-of-age story about a young man who wants to be an underground comic book artist. So he moves out of his well-to-do home and into a cesspit of an off-the-books apartment and, I dunno, just kind of lives this rat-warren life. Meets quirky people, hangs out, invites them home for Christmas.

Major kudos to the film for making me wish I could get out of each scene. This flick is uncomfortable, gritty, and rather unwelcoming. It also loves underground comics in a way that’s commendable… whether those funny pages are commendable themselves is up for debate.

I wasn’t deeply enthralled in the flick and, by the end, it was doing a bang-up job getting on my last nerve. I, as the viewer, wanted to get out of that house and away from these awkward people and their snide bickering. I probably wasn’t supposed to side with the parents… but I sided with the parents.

I’m not sure who I’d recommend this to… but if you like interesting, gritty underground films (and comics), maybe this one’s for you. I certainly didn’t exactly enjoy it, but I appreciate the hell out of it executing it’s vision to perfection.

Score: 78