Towards the end of HP Mendoza’s directorial debut musical, Fruit Fly, there’s a song where the cast sing about doing workshop versions of stage productions. While presumably the inference is that much of life feels like a workshop for the main act, when it is actually the main act, I couldn’t help wondering whether it was actually a bit of a mea culpa for the movie itself.

It’s not that the movie is bad – far from it in fact – just that it does have the feel of being a workshop that hasn’t quite found itself yet, which becomes evident when it has to resort unnecessarily to postmodern effects to underline its themes and ideas. But enough with the poncey deconstruction. Is it worth a look? [Read more…]