Like a Coen Bros film that tells you, up front, that it's a true story, the "documentary" Catfish is a delirious ride where you never know what is fact and what is fantasy.
It purports to tell the story of hot New York photographer Nev (whose name is annoyingly pronounced "Neeve"), who falls in lust with a hot babe he "meets" on facebook.
Nev is quickly besotted and starts photoshopping images of him naked alongside suggestive photos of her (which, when you look at it in the cold light of day, is actually a bit creepy. Even though Nev/Neeve is very, very hot):
His film-maker older brother, Rel, and the latter's film-making partner, Henry, who all share an office and various parts of each other's lives, decide to go on a roadtrip to meet the babe and her family.
You really shouldn't know anything else about this film before seeing it. Really, resist the temptation to look it up on imdb or amazon, and certainly don't read other reviews. Just buy it, watch, and enjoy.
It's a film for the 21st century about self-obsession and Narcissism (though the boys themselves don't realise it's about that) and loneliness and yearning and fantasy and reality and all sorts of other interesting things.
Plus Nev/Neeve gets his top off and he's a hairy hotty. I mean, what more could you want? (But I have first dibs on Henry).
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