Funny and bizarre enough to attract a cult following, Buzzard is also off-putting enough to keep its micro-indie cred. I think it might be the real thing. There are some recognizable influences, like the ratty-couch ambience of early Richard Linklater and Kevin Smith, with more than a touch of James Gunn’s wacky/hostile Super mixed in. But for all that, it only takes a few minutes of watching Buzzard to suspect there’s a stubbornly original filmmaker on the scene—namely Michigan writer/director Joel Potrykus, whose second feature this is.
We are in the world of Martin Jackitansky, a conniving slacker who seems to belong to a previous generation.