Thirty-five years in the life of Max (Keith Poulson), his best friend Sal (Nick Offerman) and a woman they both adore, Lyla (Jess Weixler). The trio stumble through mandatory but seemingly unfulfilling entanglements, at weddings, funerals, hospitals, eateries, divorce courts and the tool shed. A deadpan fable about time sneaking up on and swerving right around us. –SXSW
Ridiculously painful to get through; god damn you Woody Allen for continuously inspiring a seeming endless stream of stupid shit like this.
Probably I’m asking too much from a debut, but, despite it's a very sincere and kinda funny comedy, the mimic humor and the serial tv approach left me unsatisfied. Some scenes are well drafted, nonetheless the plot twists are rough, making all system resembles a sealed off compartments complex, depriving the movie of the spontaneous flux needed for success – see: Greenberg; Beginners
A wrap-up overview of Locarno—which turns out to be the last under Artistic Director Olivier Père—its prize-winners and highlights.
The Austin Chronicle, Filmmaker, indieWIRE, Twitch and more pick out their highlights.