“Out with the old, in with the new, this is the story of the Buskers & Lou.”
That’s the tag line for this so-indie-it-hurts film that could give some of the other low-budgeted affairs a run for their money. If I were deciding what to affectionately call it, and I mean this in the playful poke way that I often call my vintage-wearing vinyl-loving friends, I’d definitely name it “hipsters, hipsters, hipsters.” And yes, that is entirely in the way of 1950s strip joints that would lure men in with “girls, girls, girls.” Because frankly, that is what director Alex Cassun is doing about the thrift shop-wearing populace in this movie. Funnily enough though, there is an endearing vein rolling through it.