Review: Boxcutter | SXSW Film Festival 2025

Score: B+

Director: Reza Dehya

Cast: Ashton James, Zoe Lewis, Viphusan Vani, Rich Kidd

Running Time: 93 Minutes

Rated: NR

Boxcutter is one of those all-in-one-day, walk-and-talk movies for which I am a complete sucker. But instead of a glamorous city like Vienna (Before Sunrise) or Tuscany (Certified Copy), the film takes us all over the unforgiving streets of Toronto and the surrounding suburbs. There's no natural beauty here. In some places, there aren't even sidewalks. This is hardly a love letter to Canada's largest city. That gives it a real sense of place, and a hard edge that makes up for some of its clichés.

Ashton James plays Rome, an aspiring rapper who spends his days at a dead-end warehouse job. When his co-worker promises an intro to a wildly successful musician (Rich Kidd) at a party that night, he ditches all his responsibilities, getting laser-focused on this local legend hearing his demos. Unfortunately, when he arrives home, his apartment in the middle of being robbed. The thieves make off with his laptop and recording equipment, and thus begins a mad dash to different neighborhoods to get his tracks from various producers.

Accompanying Rome on this journey is his friend's sister Jenaya (Zoe Lewis), an artist herself. Their conversations range from romance to artistic integrity to the struggles of surviving in a world where rent keeps going up but salaries don't. If all this sounds similar to 2023's Rye Lane, that's because it is. While it doesn't have that film's visual flair, it does have a lot of raw emotion and a deep knowledge of the 905's music scene, with lots of smaller parts filled out by local performers.

The film's third act has a lot of hard lessons for Rome, who for all his flaws has become an endearing character. The shame, betrayal, and heartache he faces lands hard. But the movie isn't all grim reality or absurd wish fulfillment. It finds a good balance between those extremes, and between drama and comedy.

Though it's not always pretty, you'll want to come along for the journey Boxcutter takes you on.

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About Kip Mooney

Like many film critics born during and after the 1980s, my hero is Roger Ebert. The man was already the best critic in the nation when he won the Pulitzer in 1975, but his indomitable spirit during and after his recent battle with cancer keeps me coming back to read not only his reviews but his insightful commentary on the everyday. But enough about a guy you know a lot about. I knew I was going to be a film critic—some would say a snob—in middle school, when I had to voraciously defend my position that The Royal Tenenbaums was only a million times better than Adam Sandler’s remake of Mr. Deeds. From then on, I would seek out Wes Anderson’s films and avoid Sandler’s like the plague. Still, I like to think of myself as a populist, and I’ll be just as likely to see the next superhero movie as the next Sundance sensation. The thing I most deplore in a movie is laziness. I’d much rather see movies with big ambitions try and fail than movies with no ambitions succeed at simply existing. I’m also a big advocate of fun-bad movies like The Room and most of Nicolas Cage’s work. In the past, I’ve written for The Dallas Morning News and the North Texas Daily, which I edited for a semester. I also contributed to Dallas-based Pegasus News, which in the circle of life, is now part of The Dallas Morning News, where I got my big break in 2007. Eventually, I’d love to write and talk about film full-time, but until that’s a viable career option, I work as an auditor for Wells Fargo. I hope to one day meet my hero, go to the Toronto International Film Festival, and compete on Jeopardy. Until then, I’m excited to share my love of film with you.