DONALD CRIED IS A SHOWCASE FOR ITS WRITER-DIRECTOR STAR’S CENTRAL WEIRDO, WHO UNLIKE SO MANY MISFIT INDIE CONTEMPORARIES...IS TREATED WITH A RESPECT THAT STEMS FROM THE DESIRE TO UNDERSTAND, AND EMPATHISE WITH, HIS CLOWNISH SOCIAL-OUTCAST SORROW
Donald Cried is a special kind of comedy. A sort of buddy film gone wrong there’s equal part laugh out loud gaggery against cringe worthy relationship dysfunction.
Peter Latang (Wakeman) returns home to suburban Rhode Island. Now a successful Wall St type he’s way too busy for his past life but he’s back to bury his grandmother… it’s a straight in and out family kind of thing. Sadly, Peter loses his wallet and the only person he can think of to help him is his childhood man-child friend Donald Treebeck (Avedisian).
Unfortunately for Peter, Donald sees the unexpected call for assistance as a rekindling of the old friendship rather than the rapid-fire chore Peter is trying to get through. From then on both are set on a journey of self-discovery but in strangely opposite directions at the same time.