An indie-mainstream mystery woven from idiosyncratic, metaphysical curlicues. Sound tempting? Sure, like The Matrix via Donnie Darko. But too many sideways manoeuvres can leave a flick stranded up its own backstreet. Welch on ballast and you drive blind; fail to deliver a slam-dunk payoff and you’ve wasted a trip; skirt a payoff and you appear precious. Such are the problems part-faced, part-embraced and part-missed in this allusive, enticing, bracing but, finally, over-elusive behind-camera debut from John August, whose tellingly mixed-bag career includes scripts for Go (good), Big Fish (good catch) and...Charlie’s Angels (go figure).
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