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Nobody Walks Movie Review

Nobody Walks Movie Review

Title: Nobody Walks

Director: Ry Russo-Young

Starring: John Krasinski, Olivia Thirlby, Rosemarie DeWitt, India Ennenga, Rhys Wakefield, Justin Kirk, Jane Levy, Dylan McDermott

An artful, perceptive look at human desire’s ability to arrive in sudden, rolling fashion, like a tidal swell, “Nobody Walks” is a delicate but somewhat mesmeric arthouse bauble from director Ry Russo-Young and co-writer Lena Dunham, who’s shot to popularity with HBO’s “Girls.” The winner of a special jury prize at this year’s Sundance Film Festival, the movie is a fragile but rewarding slice of “Silver Lake cinema,” which is to say a fairly invigorating breath of fresh air for cineastes and something a bit too precious by half for audiences steeped in more melodramatic reward.

Decamping from New York, 23-year-old visual artist Martine (Olivia Thirlby) holes up in a guest house of the aforementioned trendy hilly community of Los Angeles, to try to complete work on her latest project. As a favor to his wife, Julie (Rosemarie DeWitt), sound editor Peter (John Krasinski) agrees to help Martine, the friend of a family friend, and the two set about concocting Lynchian soundscapes for her art installation film.

Martine’s arrival brings changes, though. Julie and Peter have a blended family, and while 16-year-old daughter Kolt (India Ennenga, quite good), from Julie’s first husband Leroy (Dylan McDermott), is nursing a crush on David (Rhys Wakefield), Peter’s older assistant, David is busy bedding Martine. As Peter’s own feelings for Martine surge, meanwhile, Julie, a pyschologist, deals with the possibly misplaced affections of a patient, Billy (Justin Kirk).

Russo-Young and Dunham have a nice rapport, and their sensibilities fit hand-in-glove. The latter’s skill with pin-prick dialogue (evident in Billy’s sessions with Julie) gives the movie some pleasant pop, but Martine’s backstory arrives by way of oblique hints (she was the victim of a lawsuit from her ex-boyfriend over photos she took of him that were subsequently published) rather than strenuously telegraphed motivations. This results in a movie that kind of leads from its back foot. While a story strand involving Kolt’s study of Italian with a tutor is less successful, and evidence of the piece’s ornamental expressionism, “Nobody Walks” (the “in L.A.” is understood) is predominantly a film of acutely observed moments of human longing and failing.

In story, tone and mood, “Nobody Walks” fitfully recalls other SoCal works like “How to Cheat,” “Garden Party,” “Laurel Canyon” and even “Greenberg,” and director of photography Christopher Blauvelt crafts a soft visual template that, with stirring original music by Fall on Your Sword, hints at melancholic fumbling and reinvention. Russo-Young (the rather striking “You Won’t Miss Me,” a 2009 collaboration with Stella Schnabel) again proves herself a stellar chronicler of the damages young people often self-inflict despite better judgments.

If its ending is a bit too pat — Russo-Young opts for conventional-leaning wrap-up when ambiguity would have seemingly served the story more truly — it’s to its considerable credit that “Nobody Walks” doesn’t unfold in a world where women are merely subject to the whims of sexual advance, but instead have their own conflicted feelings and desires. Reflected uncertainty doesn’t always make for the most comforting cinematic landscape, but here it’s a lovingly expressed inconvenient truth.

NOTE: In addition to its theatrical engagements, “Nobody Walks” is also available on VOD. For more information on the film, visit

Technical: B+

Acting: B

Story: B-

Overall: B-

Written by: Brent Simon

Nobody Walks Movie Review

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A graduate of the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill, Brent Simon is a three-term president of LAFCA, a contributor to Screen International and Magill's Cinema Annual, and film editor of H Magazine. He cannot abide a world without U2 and pizza.

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