Bill MurÂray, sureÂly both AmerÂiÂca’s most and least approachÂable movie star, seems for almost everyÂthing yet unavailÂable for almost anyÂthing. Rarely grantÂiÂng interÂviews, limÂitÂing himÂself (mostÂly) to roles he actuÂalÂly cares about, and famousÂly workÂing withÂout an agent, he tends to pop up in places you wouldÂn’t expect him to. Well, aside from Wes AnderÂson films, where he’s remained a conÂsisÂtent presÂence since 1998’s RushÂmore — but rememÂber how starÂtling it felt to see the star of GroundÂhog Day turn up in such a relÂaÂtiveÂly small-scale, low-conÂcept, genÂreÂless proÂducÂtion in the first place? More recentÂly, his extendÂed cameo in Ruben FleisÂcher’s ZomÂbieland has become, in the fullÂness of time, that picÂture’s very raiÂson d’être. Not long before that, he appeared in a selecÂtion at the 2008 SunÂdance Film FesÂtiÂval: it wasÂn’t the latÂest feaÂture from a Wes AnderÂson or a Sofia CopÂpoÂla or a Jim JarÂmusch, and in fact not a feaÂture at all, but Peter KariÂnen and BriÂan SacÂca’s short FCU: Fact CheckÂers Unit.
KariÂnen and SacÂca star as two lowÂly fact-checkÂers at DicÂtum, a pubÂliÂcaÂtion solidÂly in the traÂdiÂtion the UnitÂed KingÂdom calls “lads’ mags.” (“SEX WORK OUTS,” insists one covÂer blurb.) Faced with a draft of an artiÂcle on celebriÂty sleepÂing tips that recÂomÂmends drinkÂing a glass of warm milk before bed, “like Bill MurÂray,” the felÂlows kneel before a shrine to Alex TreÂbek — their perÂsonÂal god of facts — don their Fact CheckÂers Unit windÂbreakÂers, and go lookÂing for MurÂray’s house. SensÂing their stumÂbling presÂence, MurÂray finds our heroes hudÂdled in the bathÂtub almost immeÂdiÂateÂly after they’ve broÂken in. True to his repÂuÂtaÂtion, MurÂray has not been easy to find, but true to his pubÂlic perÂsona, he proves placidÂly willÂing and able to hang out when found. After an evening of M*A*S*H, marÂtiÂnis, checkÂers, and lounge singing, the FCU boys disÂcovÂer the truth about Bill MurÂray and milk. I won’t, er, spoil it.
I can’t help but admire this castÂing coup; KariÂnen and SacÂca must have gone through just as much hasÂsle as the FCU did to find Bill MurÂray. (That, or they hapÂpened to know him through some coinÂciÂdenÂtal conÂnecÂtion none of us could ever repliÂcate.) Even more impresÂsive, in its way, is how they seemÂingÂly craftÂed the strucÂture of FCU: Fact CheckÂers Unit to accomÂmoÂdate whichevÂer hard-to-come-by celebriÂty they could have manÂaged to come by. PerÂhaps a bigÂger fan than I knows of some deep, long-estabÂlished conÂnecÂtions between Bill MurÂray, lad’s mags, M*A*S*H, and warm milk, but nothÂing stops me from imagÂinÂing the Kevin Spacey verÂsion. In fact, I’d like to see the Kevin Spacey verÂsion. Insert a new celebriÂty each week while holdÂing all else equal, and the conÂcept could become an avant-garde web series.
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I’d rather see a failed film by Wes AnderÂson than a “sucÂcess” by any othÂer direcÂtor.
I just wastÂed 9 minÂutes of my life.
Dude. MisÂter MarÂshall, may I request you to *not* sumÂmaÂrize a film? It not only belitÂtles the viewÂer by assumÂing she doesÂn’t have brains to underÂstand the obviÂous, it also spoils the fun of watchÂing the stoÂry unfold. Just refrainÂing from telling the cliÂmacÂtic moment (when you’ve already told everyÂthing else) is not enough. SinÂcereÂly, a film lover.