The dark, deadpan variety of screwball comedy (think Harold and Maude) works so rarely onscreen--and fails so miserably when it doesn't--that you'd think a first-time director would know not to take the risk. Alas, St. Paul-based filmmaker James Byrne (who teaches screenwriting at Metro State) plunges headlong into the genre with this desperately kooky indie made possible by seed money from the Minnesota Film Fund. Sullen young Dara (Heidi Jo Langseth) and, uh, noble Noble (Jeff Gilson) meet cute in the Twin Cities funeral parlor where the former has come to collect her mother's ashes, and the latter has come to browse caskets. She favors war analogies, likening herself to "one of those lost land mines" and an ICBM "this close to launching myself." He, as I said, is noble, kindly offering to fill Dara's bait box with fresh water. (Given the flaccidity of both hero and narrative, that's as sexy as things get.) Though the couple's unintended participation in a rural Kevorkian's mercy killing contrives to put them on the road to Duluth, lack of direction remains the operative metaphor. Still, the ride is bumpy in more ways than one: The best joke is the credit for "Sound Design." (Rob Nelson) — Rob Nelson