Jobe'z World
Jobe'z World
Produced as part of our ongoing series with Vinegar Syndrome.
Available with and without limited edition slipcase.
BLU-RAY FEATURES
- Deleted scenes
- Revisiting East Village locations with Sean Price Williams and Michael M. Bilandic
- Catching Up with Zane starring Owen Kline
- Conversation with Theodore Bouloukos and Jason Grisell
- Commentary by Michael M. Bilandic
- Essays by Michael M. Bilandic and Miriam Bale, and Jobe’s seafood recipe
Catalog No.: FTF-079
Length: 79 minutes + 58 minutes of extras
JOBE, a mysterious, middle-aged rollerblader, spends his days selling drugs to an eclectic mix of downtown weirdos. When he gets the call to make a special delivery to his favorite actor he’s completely starstruck. What starts off as an exciting encounter with an A-list celebrity quickly devolves into a nightmarishly comedic trainwreck when the actor dies and Jobe is forced to flee into the night. Afraid and confused, he blades around the streets of lower Manhattan. Dodging paparazzi, police, a cinephilic doomsday prepper, a disturbed comedian, heartbroken superfans, and his raver roommate, he fights to clear his name — all while entertaining his mom who is visiting from out of town! Jobe’z World is a no-budget descent into the worlds of after hours freakery and existential rollerblading. Starring Jason P. Grisell and Theodore Bouloukos, lensed by Good Time’s Sean Price Williams, and featuring Owen Kline, Lindsay Burdge, Kate Lyn Sheil, and Keith Poulson, it paints a portrait of one paranoid, grim, and darkly humorous night in the Big Apple.
PRESS
“A Hilarious and wacky NYC nightlife film”
- KRISTEN YOONSOO KIM, FILMMAKER MAGAZINE
“A remarkable new movie. It features an independent-cinema all-star team of performers and crew members... These are artists working nearly off the radar, whose talent and imagination are worthy to stand with the work of anyone in the Hollywood spotlight—and whose collaborations make today’s independent world something like a grassroots rekindling of the group spirit of the classic-era studio system, minus its pressures from above.”
- RICHARD BRODY, THE NEW YORKER