The central image of Kabluey is a massive, pointless, impractical foam-rubber mascot suit, the logo for a failing Internet company, a logo that looks suspiciously like the old "AOL man."
In the hands of writer-director-star Scott Prendergast, he.. .. . but wait, he has no hands. No fingers. As corporate mascots go, "Kabluey" is useless, which is one reason poor Salman (Prendergast) is dropped off on a remote stretch of Texas highway to hand out fliers, trying to rent excess office space at the headquarters of dying BlueNexion Corp.
How Salman came to be there, how he came by his strange first name, how his depressed, angry sister-in-law ( Lisa Kudrow, flat-out brilliant) summoned him to baby-sit her psychotic sons while she goes off to work at BlueNexion as her husband (Salman's brother) fights in Iraq, is what Kabluey is all about.
Conchata Ferrell is the corrosive and confused boss who plops him on that road, maybe out of spite for the company hiring somebody behind her back.
Prendergast is very good at reacting, and that's what Salman has to do. He reacts to his predicament, to the poisonous workplace he finds himself trapped in, to his brother's obnoxious kids, to people who want to hire him for children's birthday parties.
And in just reacting, and subtly, his character changes and changes those around him, just enough to keep their little world from going "kabluey."
It's a sweet, ingenious, twisted and surreal comedy, kind of Samuel Beckett by way of Adam Sandler, with Prendergast, as a hopeless ninny of a nanny, trying to heal a broken family, an endangered marriage and an incompetent, corrupt company that cost a lot of people ( Teri Garr, included) their life savings.
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