Nobody Walks

This actually isn't that bad, even though the glossiness really doesn't do Russo-Young's continual focus on unlikable characters any favors. At best it's the sort of melodrama Susanne Bier tends to make. At worst it's, well, pretty much the whitest movie ever. If it's a subtle east coast critique of (perceived) west coast vacuousness it might be slier than i can give it credit for. Bonus points for Margo Guryon and Small Black on the soundtrack. Also, nice Nord, John...

Pain to watch

Boring with about 12 capital R's. BoRRRRRRRRRRRRing! I love John Krasinski's character Jim Halpert from The Office, John Krasinski was even pretty good in as Ben Murphy in License to Wed, but his career's about to run aground unless his manager realizes The Script needs to have good stuff in it for the film to turn out good!

Competently made, but lacks any driving force. The characters just sort of exist and the events just sort of happen. It's like the movie version of a story written entirely in the passive voice.

Russo-Young and Dunham's collaboration collects the usual elements of a modern American indie drama: analysis of the family; attractive cast and locations; sensitive music; nice cinematography. But something is amiss with the pacing, and it's frustrating watching so many things about to happen but never really doing so, in a spatially and temporally dislocated world. The character of Martine feels so incomplete; she has vulnerability, and chemistry with men, but surely there must be more to add?

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Nobody cares. A slow-paced observation that manages to be overlong running in at under 80 mins; it never gets invovling or interesting, just irritating. *Preview*: #12#, exp-3*, story, Olivia.T/7-3, Jane.L/6-3, R1.