Shut Up Little Man!2011
Shut Up Little Man! (2011)
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Critic Reviews for Shut Up Little Man!
What starts as a clever comedy piece about the popularity of the actual recordings becomes something more poignant when director Matthew Bate starts asking questions about privacy and unwanted celebrity.
The unsuspecting stars (who died in 1992 and '96, respectively) begin to seem less like nightmare neighbors and more like the victims of rampant exploitation and voyeurism.
It's a fascinating, occasionally nauseating tale of wasted human life, energy, and brain cells.
Bate's facile and dispiriting documentary never makes a case for why this particular slice of audio verité required resurrecting from the graveyard of pop culture arcana.
Bate chronicles the whole wooly story with admirable clarity and resourcefulness, even when a lack of visual material forces him to resort too often to reenactment and dramatization.
Audience Reviews for Shut Up Little Man!
Eddie Sausage and Mitch Deprey turn their loud, hellish neighbors into veritable cash-cows, blurring the line between artistic freedom and invasive exploitation.
Two arty, smart-ass twentysomethings start recording the wildly abusive arguments of their bitter, drunk neighbors, and the resulting tapes become a perverse, underground sensation. It's a rather silly, trivial story, so this low-budget documentary inevitably doesn't offer much food for thought. Still, it's an entertaining film that is over fast enough to avoid becoming a chore. It could have been even shorter, though -- tangents into other found-audio snickers such as the Tube Bar prank calls and Orson Welles' frozen-peas commercial seem indulgent and unnecessary. But you won't want to miss the landmark moment when the woozy, elderly Peter repeats his signature catchphrase on camera -- for fans of these tapes, it's like hearing a lost recording of the Gettysburg Address.