Some very slight material supposedly held together by an isolated phone booth in the Mojave desert. Various characters explain their problems to an unknown individual named Greta on the other end of the line. There are four episodes all seeming to have something to do with sexual frustration, jealousy, and magnetic tape. Countless conversations enlighten Greta about desperate boyfriends, bitchy girlfriends, best friend pimps, and U.F.O. alien parasites. It's unbelievable that all this nonsense is supposed to make sense, after characters from the different episodes eventually come together. Just another bad DVD for my garage sale. - MERK

Categorized as drama, Mojave Phone Booth is the most tragically comic film I've ever seen. A showing at the Boise International Film Festival was punctuated with loud laughter as audience members connected with the painfully funny moments of space-alien paranoia, a botched suicide, an out-of-work administrative assistant sucked in to a lucrative menage a trois, and a desperate man who breaks into his girlfriend's car and steals her stereo system (four times) in an attempt to convince her that she'll be safer living with him. It's not that people in Boise, Idaho, are weird enough to have shared similar experiences. Instead, these impossibly strange scenarios perfectly illustrate the common American phenomenon in which we long for intimacy while resisting commitment. The phone booth in the desert -- a kind of secular confessional -- gives many of these characters their only meaningful (and vulnerable) human connection. Of course, the woman on the other end -- an older, English-accented lady with a fondness for Canada -- is no better off than those she counsels. She started calling the phone booth seven years earlier, seeking to connect with someone, anyone. Instead, she discovers her calling in listening to the problems of those on the other end.

I saw this movie at the Palm Springs International Film Festival a few days ago and really enjoyed the experience. The film offered everything I hoped to enjoy during my first film fest experience. It was creative, well thought out, featured phenomenal acting and complicated characters, and it tied together the multiple stories in a very natural way. Thanks to the producer, director, and cast for a memorable experience and for taking the time to speak with the audience in more depth about their vision and the process! (Thanks also to Christine Elise McCarthy for graciously taking a picture!)

Another place this story about the phone booth was discussed was on Coast to Coast AM with Art Bell. The location is actually 9 miles East Southeast of Baker California in the aforementioned Preserve in a place called Devil's Playground! Annabeth Gish is a dish! One caller to Art Bell was a " Desert Chad" who camped out as described.....he hailed from the Bay area.On a related foot note......I myself was a caller on the phone booth " in the middle of nowhere " show. Word has it that the park rangers eventually had to shut the phone down by removing it due to the environmental impact of too many people wandering to and from it! The phone booth was originally placed to help miners on a break nearby to make calls they couldn't otherwise.Waiting to find this on DVD.