Consider the scene, for example, where Agnes Bruckner and Justin Long meet just before he leaves to Las Vegas. What happens there, and more importantly what does not happen, is indicative of the level of maturity and ambition behind the movie. It is, I feel, the strongest scene in the film: for a while it seems to be heading in one direction but then, very consciously, heads in another, the only direction it could possibly take, all things considered.
Agnes Bruckner is very good in the central role, and only made my crush on her grow. Justin Long does not look like he can play a lick of basketball, but it is nice to see him in a different kind of role, he brings good natured sweetness to the character which is escencial, John Corbetti, as Bruckner's father, is great, and Gina Gershon is very good in a tiny role. Kelli Garner is perhaps the weakest of the bunch, but it is only noticeable in the most emotional sequences, and even then barely so. My crush on her remains undiminished.
The film's flaws begin to show when the screenplay begins to go on auto-pilot. There is a crisis moment (the kind of false crisis the film had, up until this point, very much avoided) and then the plot kicks in. The ending is rushed and even nonesensical. Even so, it manages to work on the most basic of levels because of the strength of the performances, photography, direction and score.
A flawed film, to be sure, but a work of passion. Extremely beautiful to look at, absolutely harmless to sit through and a very good debut from someone who it might be worth keeping an eye on.
This movie is rad..with dreamlike qualities like in 'The Virgin Suicides'. i thought the odd cancer treatments and the dads agoraphobia were interesting enough topics. The love story was common though = ' a guy is friends with a tomboy girl and likes her hott friend instead and then realizes he actually loves his tomboy girl buddy'. It's still sweet though, i thought.
The entire cast is great as far as acting goes, but Justin Long as a UNLV basketball player? No. Maybe Mac can beat PC one-on-one, but there's no way I picture him playing ANY type of ball, much less college ball-- especially when they actually show him awkwardly shooting around, successfully outing him as a non-player. I can't even see this kid playing NBA Live on his XBox 360. And it doesn't help that his character Mookie incessantly drops constant basketball metaphors, as if desperately trying to convince you he's a baller. Because all basketball players do is talk about basketball.
The story is character-heavy, but at times it's hard to discern which character the audience is supposed to follow. Though Audrey (Agnes Bruckner) is billed as the lead, the film often changes focus to another character, taking away from Audrey and the story. All the characters seem like they could be the protagonist of the story, which clutters the film story-wise. In retrospect, it seems that the real main character was Calista.
A decent film, nonetheless. Especially worth watching if you're a fan of Agnes Bruckner, Kelli Garner, or bikinis.