I'm Going To Explode

The best film festival flick by far of the four I've seen is I'm Going To Explode, Mexican director Gerardo Naranjo's brazen recasting of Jean Luc Godard's Pierrot le fou as a teen drama. The Bonnie and Clyde fantasy of beautiful rich boy Roman (Juan Pablo de Santiago) and his rebel soul mate Maru (Maria Deschamps) lead them to Roman's buffoonish politician father's rooftop, where the outlaw couple swig tequila, stare at a Morrissey poster inside their tent and play out their alienated romance to an Interpol and Bright Eyes soundtrack. Both of the kids - particularly Deschamps - are amazing, and Naranjo's movie is smart, funny, playful, fabulous looking, and heartbreaking.  (In my personal Cinefest ranking, I'm Going to Explode, or I'm Gonna Explode,  if you translate Voy a Explotar that way, comes in tops ahead of the super adorable art collector romance Herb and Dorothy, poorly acted but otherwise compelling post-Katrina New Orleans drama Sundogs, and rock photog doc Rock Prophecies, which wound up not showing at the Fest, anyway.) Naranjo's movie explodes in Philadelphia one more time, at the Bridge on Sunday at 7:15.