Whoa, dudes! Let me just offer that it really is okay to write your script while you’re high, just have someone sober take a look at it afterwards to see if it makes any sense. It’s okay too if the actors are kind of loaded as long as everyone behind the camera takes it kind of easy to see if the cast actually makes any sense. Oh well. My first warning sign should have been that the only other film I’d seen by writer/director Noam Gonick was a documentary on fellow Canadian filmmaker Guy Maddin, whose own films can be kind of cheerily impenetrable.
Anywho, near as I can tell, the film takes place after some apocalypse apparently destroyed all of the housing and coherent narrative but left all of the raver kids and drag queens untouched. The real armageddon seems to be on its way, so the only logical thing to do is throw a party. Used-porn peddler Ricky G. (Johnny Simone) plans the big shinding with his partner, DJ Sabu (Jeremie Yuen). Sabu has still another goal to fulfill, to complete his mythic quest to screw 2000 men. He’s only one away, and the lucky fella seems destined to be Happy (Craig Aftanas), a paranoid but lovable virgin UFO hunter. Standing in Sabu’s way is hairdresser/super-villian Spanky O’Niel (Clayton Godson), the self-proclaimed ‘biggest bitch in the world’. In practice he comes off as ‘Just Jack’ from “Will and Grace” after he’s been pumped full of amphetamines for three days down at the local goth club.
Now, I’m sure this went over great when this group screened the film for their friends around 4 AM after they’d all been imbibing liberal quantities of drugs and alcohol for about six hours. Hopefully Gonick realized that his final cut may not have been the most accessible to another audience. It’s a shame because individual parts are actually quite funny, and the music, the most marketable element, is quite good. It’s just that most of us cringe at photos of ourselves taken while we’re really loaded. Too often, “Hey, Happy!” feels as if that embarrassment was taken to the next level.