Big-busted bimbos with bombs, oh boy! A tribute to the exploitative oeuvre of Roger Corman and other low-budget mavericks, The Independent profiles the life and times of schlock filmmaker Morty Fineman (Jerry Stiller). Facing financial ruin, Fineman still attempts to produce his next "artistic vision," against the better judgment of his daughter/business partner Janeane Garafalo.
Clips from Fineman's filmography provide chuckles and cheese aplenty, with dead-on parodies of splatter flicks (Cheerleader Camp Massacre), 1970s ecological awareness movies (The Eco-Angels) and even an Army film about herpes (Simplex Complex). And a slew of cameos makes for a high who's-who factor. But stylistically, The Independent can't decide if it's a mockumentary like Spinal Tap or a fiction narrative like Bowfinger. Worse, its story of a filmmaker struggling against all odds feels worn and derivative here; a comedic premise that--like Fineman's career--has seen better days.
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