The Hype

Danny’s films fall into the fringes of American cinema, huddled up closely with other low-budget indies from John Waters, George Kuchar, Todd Rohal, and Richard Linklater. Like those filmmakers, he blends low and highbrow ideas into something entirely familiar and utterly unique. A champion of the DIY aesthetic and punk ethos, his films aim capture the same energy inherent in those styles. He’s taken his films on the road and screened them out of the back of his truck, but has been recognized by the industry as well—his work is played at dozens of festivals, at the MoMA in NYC, in mortuaries in Baltimore and on the Independent Film Channel. He’s the man.
— Vice
Danny Plotnick’s short films are a super-laugh stone groove riot fest. And they’re very intelligent. As formal exercises in control and comedy, Plotnick’s films approach the Marx Brothers. As set-ups, the films are almost up there with Andy Kaufman. In execution, the work is a zillion times funnier than the SNL news desk.
— Raygun Magazine
Plotnick’s penchant for irreverent goofiness and stunning send-ups of American pop culture limns the edges of high and low, and this may be part of his success in generating lively audiences.
— Filmmaker Magazine
Plotnick’s films are are the work of a truly DIY spirit, dating back to the predawn of the digital revolution. They’re emblematic of a time and place where indie rock and microcinema ruled the day, when folks emerged from their basements to surprise us with handmade works to tour and trade. Plotnick’s films are funny and fun, not entirely serious, but very important.
— Kendra Gaeta, Festival Director, New York Underground Film Festival
Danny Plotnick has been cranking out his weird and wonderful productions since the mid-‘80’s.
— Shock Cinema
Over the course of his career, small-gauge daredevil Danny Plotnick has entertained, stunned and offended audiences at countless alternative spaces and festivals coast to coast.
— SF Weekly
Danny Plotnick’s Out of Print is a four-minute testimonial that should be placed in a time capsule.
— SF Bay Guardian