I am going to come right out and say that I did not get along with Fried Barry, but I can see why it is resonating for some viewers. Grimy, greasy, seedy, and salacious, this film belongs to the cinema of excess, in which everything that happens to the lead character happens to the fullest extent that it can complete with any undue side effects and grossness that might follow.
Is it bold or just juvenile? Honestly, I can’t quite tell.
The film starts with Barry, a junkie and a deadbeat dad having a fight with his wife. He leaves, gets high, and then gets abducted by aliens and possessed. Arriving back in Cape Town looking normal but with an alien behind the wheel, he begins a journey across town.
Here is my first problem with the film. It sells itself as a joyride around the underbelly of humanity but it’s more like wandering. The alien in Barry doesn’t so much direct him anywhere as just take advantage of every situation he is in, whether that’s wordlessly shopping with his wife or wordlessly impregnating a prostitute.
My second problem is that this film seems to take place in an alternate universe where every man is an asshole who wants to screw with Barry, and every woman is an insatiable nymphomaniac who wants to screw Barry. Not to say that any city doesn’t have a seedy side, but again with the alien presence in Barry only being along for the ride there are opportunities missed to contrast that seedy side to the rest of the city.
For all it’s excess there are a few bright spots, including a mental health facility breakout scene that is both ridiculous and exciting, but even they succumb at least somewhat to the excess of it all.
Fried Barry tries to walk the line between bold and juvenile and while it occasionally succeeds at being on the former, it mostly sticks to the latter. It might be for you, but it definitely was not for me.