There’s something near-impossible about attempting surrealist, David Lynch-like energy in a film—and then still being taken seriously. And yet, “Buttercup Bill” lands that mood, successfully. From the magnificent writing and beyond; it’s an aggressive, at times alcohol-driven world of sex, discovery, loss and love. The film is beautifully shot—dripping in color and oscillating between the occasional dappled light of a gentle past and a present …
Buttercup Bill at the Marfa Film Festival