Directed by:
Fred DurstScreenplay:
Fred DurstCinematography:
Conrad W. HallCast:
John Travolta, Devon Sawa, Ana Golja, James Paxton, Jacob Grodnik, Jessica Uberuaga, Jeff Chase, Luis Da Silva Jr., John Schwert, Kenneth Farmer, Neb Chupin (more)VOD (2)
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Moose (John Travolta), a rabid film fan, who gets cheated out of meeting his hero, Hunter Dunbar (Devon Sawa). Moose then hunts down Dunbar to get the celebrity interaction he feels he deserves. Harmless at first, Moose’s actions begin to take a dark turn. Against the advice of his friend Leah (Ana Golja), Moose begins to make frequent visits to his hero’s private home. As the visits continue to escalate, Dunbar find himself in increasing danger. (Quiver)
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Devon Sawa evaded an inescapable fate for two decades, only to have his godmother finally send the possessed car to him, driven by Travolta. His performance, body language, and schoolboy dress code are meant to evoke sympathy, but it doesn’t work, even if you pit him against Troy McClure. Johnny, with that Bundesliga haircut, pushes things too hard; in the realm of psychological drama, it’s barren and pointless. Durst fares much better when he’s in his red cap delivering lines like, “Hot mommas, pimp daddies, and the people rolling up in caddies.”
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The biggest issue with this film is that it was written and directed by Fred Durst. Every year, he seems to stray further from the mark, and the pinnacle of his absurdity is the scene where Devon Sawa's character enthusiastically plays some Limp Bizkit garbage in his car. Unlike Rob Zombie, who makes quality music and films, Durst seems to be an egomaniac without the talent to back it up. Zombie's films are leagues ahead in quality. Durst, on the other hand, creates terrible music and now terrible films. I never thought he’d direct again, but after many years, he came back, and we all collectively facepalmed. His debut, The Education of Charlie Banks, was decent, but that’s likely because he only directed it and didn’t write the script. Whenever he has complete creative control, it’s a disaster. There was potential in The Fanatic’s premise, but it needed a more talented director to bring it to life. Instead, Durst created an unconvincing, caricature of a character that leaves you unsure whether to pity or despise him. At times, it even feels like Durst is mocking people with mental illness. Despite the overwhelmingly negative reviews, I expected worse. Yes, it's a bad movie, but it's not excruciating to watch. Don’t expect to be entertained all the way through. It picks up slightly towards the end, but there aren’t many WTF moments. Only watch this if you’re curious to see John Travolta play an obsessed, mentally challenged movie fan. Otherwise, steer clear!
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John Travolta is Moose, a movie aficionado obsessed with collecting celebrity autographs. Moose obviously has "some" mental disorder, because he is completely self-centered, compulsive, irrational, unstable, has a tendency for stalking people and, last but not least, suffers from narcolepsy. I write "some" in quotation marks, because I have the impression that the director and screenwriter as they are one person simply wanted to portray a mentally disturbed individual and therefore just used whatever the first ideas were that came to mind. The screenplay does not really deal with the mental state of the main character, it just describes it, accompanied by an unnecessary voice-over by one of the supporting characters, there is a very superficial sequence of events that lead to a tragedy of almost epic proportions. I don't really know what the frontman of the band Limp Bizkit wanted to say with this movie, and whether he even had a point to make. However, apart from the fact that Durst makes awfully obvious promotion for his band during one of the scenes, it is a rather bizarre spectacle. The directing and screenwriting are, as expected, a meandering chaotic mess, which can be "so bad it's good" for some people, but the real guilty pleasure here is John Travolta. Watching his acting equals watching a sixty-five-year-old guy act like a retarded child doing well on the first try. So, this is a car crash of a movie that you definitely can perversely enjoy watching. I wholeheartedly wish Travolta has an A-rate comeback, but this is not the way to go.
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Fred Durst might be a notable figure in the music world, but his foray into filmmaking leaves much to be desired. The Fanatic stars John Travolta as a wildly obsessive fan with a bizarre mullet and seemingly autistic traits. Travolta’s portrayal feels off, leaving viewers unsure whether to pity him or see him as a fool. The film takes everything to an extreme, making it hard to gauge what’s based on reality.
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