I’d hope never to see a movie about marital discord to top Dan Klores and Fisher Stevens’ “Crazy Love,” or of subterranean fissures like “Capturing the Friedmans,” but there are likely cupboards of cobwebs and cellars of insanity not yet brought to light in the brave new world of twenty-first century doc-making. Excerpted on the Showtime version of “This American Life,” G. J. Echternkamp’s “Frank & Cindy,” with the tagline “This isn’t some fuckin’ picture show,” is a portrait of darkly funny, deeply exasperating behavior between two disappointed souls resting under the same roof. Echternkamp’s mom is Cindy, and she married Frank Garcia, a musician with a modest hit under his belt, in 1983. Frank drinks. Frank sulks. Frank drinks. Frank gets banished to the basement and he’s not allowed upstairs. Frank pisses in coffee cans. Echternkamp spends a year trying to figure out this pair, and the results are a minor apocalypse, riveting, wrenching, laugh-out-loud, and ultimately affirmative. 73m. (Ray Pride)
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