Little Big Boy: The Rise and Fall of Jimmy Duncan (V)

Little Big Boy is a mockumentary that chronicles the rise and fall of B-Movie director Jimmy Duncan. Jimmy is an eccentric director of trashy no-budget horror films,struggling to get his latest film made. After his lead actress walks off the set following an altercation, the studio is putting pressure on Jimmy to re-cast the part, and finish production of the film, otherwise his career is over. The tension starts to build, and Jimmy allegedly lashes out in violence. This mockumentary takes place after Jimmy has been arrested for multiple counts of murder, and interviews everyone who’s ever encountered the notoriously tempered director, to try and figure out what sent him over the edge.

First, let me say that this film has a very small target audience. Unless you’ve been actively following the uber low-budget horror scene, you’re not going to find any kind of connection here. Those of you who know who actors such as Manoush, and April Monique Burril are, may find some small level of enjoyment just by seeing them get some screen time, but that’s pretty much where the redeeming qualities end. The acting is atrocious all throughout the film. I’m not being nit-picky, It was honestly a task to make it to the credits. I realize that this is a production with next to no budget, but as we’ve seen in other films with a comparable, maybe even less of a budget, that doesn’t mean you can’t have solid acting.

Another thing that makes this film a task to watch is the excessive green screen work. Even a set as simple as a bedroom is handled in this fashion. It’s rough on the eyes, and it progressively worsens throughout the film. I understand, especially with such a small budget, that it’s hard to secure elaborite sets, but a bedroom? Surely one of the cast members has some form of home, right? There’s absolutely no excuse for such a thing, and the only thing that it accomplished was giving me a massive headache.

The extent of the violence that was actually shown on screen is limited to a group of corpses, suspended from the ceiling by hooks. Even that manages to be ridiculous, as it’s actually only 1 body hanging in front of a green screen, and the rest of the bodies spliced into the scene in post production. The closest thing to an on-screen act of violence, is a “donkey punch” scene, where the fist doesn’t even remotely resemble connecting to the back of the girl’s head. Rather than creating the illusion that Jimmy is covered in blood, it looks more like he tripped and fell holding a pitcher of cherry Kool-Aid.

It was a very unpleasant experience to sit through this film in it’s entirety. In fact, I had to stop and restart several times in order to preserve my eyesight. It’s loaded to the brim with full frontal nudity, but even that does nothing to elevate the experience. Little Big Boy is the worst time I’ve ever had surrounded by tits.

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