Shithouse marks the impressive debut of writer-director-star Cooper Raiff, who generates some low-key Before Sunrise vibes with the tale of a sensitive, homesick college freshman who might just be the last non-toxic white male on campus.
The movie borrows the discursive getting-to-know-one-another formula from movies like Richard Linklater’s “Before Sunrise,” but doesn’t give its characters anything particularly memorable to say.
Well pitched and briefly suggesting a less intellectually ambitious kid brother to Before Sunrise , the film's only serious misstep is its name: Though it's true a party at a communal campus dwelling called The Shithouse sets the story in motion, that moniker's in-your-face vulgarity could hardly be less representative of the story's gentle, sad protagonist.
The two walk and talk, “Before Sunrise”-style, bury Maggie’s departed turtle, and sleep together.
But in crafting a college love story with shades of “Before Sunrise,” Raiff has made a movie that has a lot more to say about his leading man than his leading lady.
There’s a little slapstick, a little drama, a little judging, a few good (not great) lines and a few instances of bad sex in this “Before Sunrise.”