So, you want to know about my little adventure with “the trunch movie,” huh? Man, that whole thing took on a life of its own, let me tell you. It wasn’t exactly a planned project, more like something I just stumbled into and then couldn’t let go of.
It all kicked off a while back. I was stuck at home, I think my car was in the shop, or maybe it was just one of those drizzly weekends where you don’t want to go anywhere. I was rummaging through some old boxes in the garage, you know, the kind filled with stuff you forgot you even owned. And there, tucked between some ancient magazines and a deflated football, was this faded, handwritten note. All it said was: “Find the Trunch Movie – it’s worth it.” No idea who wrote it, or when. Probably me, from years ago, after hearing some vague whisper about it.
My Big Quest for the Unfindable Flick
First thing I did, naturally, was hit the internet. Typed “the trunch movie” into every search bar I could find. And guess what? Next to nothing. A few broken links, some forum posts from like, 2003, with people asking the same question. It was like the movie didn’t even exist. That just made me want to find it more, you know how it is.
So, I started digging deeper. I remembered this old, dusty video rental place, the last of its kind, run by this guy named Sal who probably still thought VHS was cutting edge. I actually drove over there. The place smelled like old plastic and disappointment. I asked Sal. He just grunted, said he’d never heard of it. Shocker.
Then I got to thinking about old film festival programs. Spent a whole afternoon sifting through digital archives, looking at lists of obscure indie films from the 90s. My eyes were burning by the end of it. Found a lot of weird titles, but nothing called “the trunch movie.”
You know, this whole obsessive search reminded me of when I tried to perfect my grandma’s apple pie recipe. She never wrote anything down, just did it by feel. I must have baked twenty pies. Some were too sour, some too sweet, one had a crust like concrete. My kitchen was a disaster area for weeks. My family were saints, they ate every single one, or at least pretended to. But I just had to get it right. This movie hunt felt exactly like that. That stubborn part of me just wouldn’t quit.
I even started asking around, anyone I thought might be into weird, obscure films. Most people just gave me blank stares. One friend suggested I might have dreamed the whole thing up. Thanks, pal.
Weeks went by. I’d almost given up, filed it under “weird unsolved mysteries of my brain.” Then, I was at a flea market, not even looking for movie stuff, just browsing. And there was this stall, piled high with random DVDs and old tapes. And I saw it. Not “the trunch movie,” but a cheap-looking DVD with a handwritten label: “T.R.U.N.C.H.” My heart actually skipped a beat.
I bought it for like, two bucks. Rushed home, popped it into my player. And there it was. It was… well, it was something. Clearly super low budget, kind of bizarre, story all over the place. It wasn’t a masterpiece by any stretch of the imagination. It was just this odd little film someone, somewhere, had poured their heart into, probably with no money and a lot of hope.
So, what did I get out of all this? Well, I found the movie. Check. But honestly, the real deal was the chase itself. The digging, the searching, that little thrill of thinking I was onto something nobody else knew about. The movie itself? It’s now just another DVD on my shelf. But the story of how I found it, that’s the bit I’ll remember. It’s funny how sometimes the journey, with all its dead ends and weird detours, ends up being more interesting than the destination you were so fixated on.