What was supposed to be a simple television appearance turned into a hilariously quirky in-character performance from his new film, River's Edge. Donning Rubin's attire from the film, he presents himself in a stuttering and loony fashion. He then decides to present his ability to almost kick Letterman in the face with a pair of platform shoes on. When asked about this near 5 years later, he swears it was his evil twin. He even presents a trying story to an interviewer with hilarious results.
It's been 21 years since that incident, and he gets even more eccentric with each tick of a clock. What Glover dramatized on that show could be a prehistoric trace of viral marketing. Not only did it create an insane hero in the cult circle's eyes, but it also created his career. What we have here is a non-conventional buddy film. One that flashes glimpses of infinite brilliance, and at times runs a tad bit slow.
Rubin is a reclusive blast from the past, clad in bell bottoms, box frame glasses, long flowing locks, and platform shoes. His mom takes away his stereo and tells him to get a friend. He meets would-be Mr. Success. The meeting of these two people with no common ground propels them into the desert on a mission to bury Rubin's frozen cat. The character of Ed seems like the mold used in Adam Sandler's Happy Gilmore. I can spot several similarities between Ed and Shooter McGavin. Toupee, pyramid scheme, success, and similar attitude.
As with many Crispin Glover films, the film follows a straight line with a specific impediment. This doesn't stop him from creating a dream-like sequence with in each film which demonstrates groundbreaking surrealism, symbolism, and the quirkiest quotable's in film. "I am the king of the echo people!" and "My cat can eat a whole watermelon!" spring instantly in mind.
The genre of Math rock can be compared to the directing of this film. Various obtrusions come into play but that doesn't stop Trent Harris from delivering scenes with impeccable pride and some stunning imagery using the horizon of a phallic desert as his playground. As with another Glover film, the music delivers the mood almost one hundred percent. Distorted children songs are playing harmoniously in the background which Rubin drinks dead cat fermented water in the desert. Some of these scenes are shockingly disgusting, no matter how staged they are.
Wearing bell bottoms, It's possible to see Crispin Glover's body mass in his skin-tight garb, and he is ripped. As seen on the Letterman video, I wouldn't want to fuck with Crispin Glover. For all I know, He'd pull a Shinya Tsukamoto in Ichi the Killer and rip my face off with some hidden fatality. My favorite aspect in this film, is knowing that Glover had the role of Andy Warhol in Oliver Stone's The Doors.
With that in mind, several scenes are meticulously placed in the film displaying graffiti boasting "Andy Warhol sucks a big one!" It's obvious this is even Crispin Glover's thoughts on the subject. He even goes as far as to call him a "famous fraud" and I completely agree. Painting soup cans is completely expressive. Whether you like your bizarro cinema medium-rare or medium-well, Rubin & Ed has something for everyone, even your house cat. The only missing piece is a DVD release.