All dressed up with nowhere to go.
Michael Phelan deserves points for chutzpah for daring to wallow in abject psychic misery in his debut film.
| Original Score: 2/5
Phelan makes nice use of the New York locations, but all the trees in Central Park can't make up for a clichéd script and characters who speak entirely in platitudes.
| Original Score: 1.5/4
A painfully sincere indie drama.
| Original Score: 1/4
The result is 93 very long minutes' worth of admirably committed actors putting themselves through the emotional wringer to very little end.
| Original Score: 2/4
If there's an element of Into the Fire that isn't rank and offensive, I've failed to find it.
A 90-minute version of Collective Soul's "The World I Know" as directed by Scott Stapp.