When a local ice cream man who has a love for nostalgia starts to kill some of her neighbors, Mary is torn between her mature instincts that something is wrong and the distracting memories of her younger days.
In other words, it was a very creepy movie, that never got a limited screening when it came in the fall of 2017. I wanted ice cream when I was watching the movie, instead, I got a popcorn flavor ice cream for promotion and it was free, the flavor was Lemon meringue pie, the drink I had to pay for it.
Writer and director Megan Freels Johnston wrote the screenplay with the elements of a slasher flick, social satire, and psychological portrait of American life.
It reminds me of David Lynch in the beautiful way it was filmed, as well as the deliberately methodical pace. But that was intentional, similar to the pace and main character in Lost In Translation, which also conveys the experiences of a person in a fish out of water realm of uneasiness, triggered by new and unfamiliar surroundings.
Deanna Russo’s acting is spot on as a woman dealing with loneliness, boredom, the faded nostalgia of her teen years as well as the constant onslaught of awkward strangers and neighbors who repeatedly invade her fragile bubble of isolation. Plus, she is gorgeous.
If you get chance to see it, watch out for the bell from the ice cream truck.