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About the Film
The StoryFifteen-year-old Max is an intense, isolated kid whose one true passion is something no one he knows can relate to: the search for UFOs. Dubbed "Spaceboy" by his classmates and his vain older brother Percy, alienated Max withdraws almost completely into the comfortable escapism of his obsession. So when he experiences a Close Encounter after a particularly traumatizing day at school, even Max has to wonder: is he really making Contact, or is it just a manifestation of his deep need to belong? Just when he's beginning to suspect he's not alone in the universe, however, something even stranger happens: his brother's cool, punky girlfriend, Carrie, takes an interest in him. In the end, Max finds himself torn between two worlds -- the alien one into which he's always longed to escape and the human which, thanks to Carrie, seems to be within reach for the first time. The ToneSpaceboy will capture the strangeness of a boy caught between two worlds, suspended in a kind of twilight zone between Earth and space, childhood and adulthood, sleep and waking. Max feels like an alien in that most normalized of landscapes -- American suburbia -- which the film will plumb for all the strangeness that lies subtly below its polished surface. That said, Spaceboy intends to invest suburbia with an alienness more foreboding than what you'd find on the surface of Mars itself, and to suggest that there is another way of looking at the world which surrounds us, one which pierces through what seems normal to find what is strange. Personal RelevanceThis is a story I've been trying to tell, one way or another, all my life. At its core, it deals with the adolescent search for self-identity, which was all the more complex for me, growing up without a father. Similarly, Max, who has been made to feel like a stranger in his own town -- his own skin, even -- has no compass: he not only looks outside the family unit for clues about himself, as I did, but outside of the human family altogether! Naturally: it's easier for him to believe he's an alien than to accept that he's a failed human being. What Max doesn't know is something that takes many of us years to discover: that there are others like him, and that he belongs in the last place he ever thought he'd feel at home: right where he is. | |
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