In the languid world of the night shift at a highway diner in the Pacific Northwest, Francine’s small-town life consists of quickies in public restrooms and pouring coffee for truckers and townies. And the inertia isn’t limited to Francine; it extends to the diner owner, a short-order cook, a Serbian waitress, and Francine’s roommate. What they want is out of reach—or is it that they’ve lost track of wanting anything at all? When Oliver, a banker turned big-rig driver, becomes a diner regular, he sparks hope in Francine, introducing the possibility for change.
The Off Hours takes a precise sense of place and a moody atmosphere and impressively creates a complete environment. Writer/director Megan Griffiths draws complex characters, and she stays true to them, respecting their shortcomings and yearnings for connection. Amy Seimetz alluringly commands the film as Francine, a woman whose liberation from her mundane existence is long overdue. —Sundance Film Festival
Lost people in in a diner seemingly lost in time in a small town somewhere and somewhen in America. The performances are magnificently subtle and real. The setting evocative of places you almost think you've lived in. The characters so stuck in their lives that a hint of movement or change seems Herculean. Rachel Griffiths' first film is an understated Masterpiece.
Bland, film-schooly mosaic about a group of disparate people who all frequent the same lonely truck stop. An interesting premise is done in by flat characters and bland direction, ultimately leading nowhere.