BY CHRISTOPHER HASKELL
FEBRUARY 6, 2013
Rather self-indulgent, “Nobody Walks” hints at thoughtful performances and poetic revelations but never quite delivers. Olivia Thirlby is gorgeous with short hair, but her wishy-washy, home-wrecking naivety works against her performance and leaves a bitter taste by the end. However, she does show a depth of maturity as an actress, unseen in her previous outings, showing signs of a dependable leading lady, given the right direction and part. John Krasinski is the only shred of hope for the film. He cannot even rectify any emotional growth or understanding as Rosemarie DeWitt twaddles through her role with a blank expression. The characters learn nothing from their exploits. Afterward, you wonder if anyone is any better off than they were in the beginning and whether anything happened during the film.
When films have such reckless abandon for sticking to the mundane of everyday life, I tend to believe them based on the writer’s personal life. An autobiography with hardly any of the facts changed. And though this may be interesting to the writer, the people that eventually view the film have zero emotional connection to the characters, similar to the phrase, “I guess you had to be there.” I haven’t seen Ry Russo-Young’s previous directing endeavors, so I can’t compare it to anything. But “Nobody Walks” screams of a nubile director still searching for that distinction between herself and the countless other independent directors producing mid-level variants of everyday life.
January 22, 2012
(for sexuality, language and some drug use)
Fall On Your Sword
Alicia Van Couvering