Unfortunately, Passon can't seem to figure out her own protagonist; there are plenty of sexual climaxes here but not much of a narrative one.
An engrossing meditation on modern alienation and the ways we cope when we discover something missing in our lives.
| Original Score: 3/4
It's on the dull side, despite a fair amount of tasteful, non-explicit sex.
| Original Score: 2/4
This might sound, at the very least, titillating, but "Concussion" is anything but.
| Original Score: 1/4
Passon's portrayal of sexuality is not so much fluid as it is open, a frankly refreshing way of seeing.
| Original Score: 8.7/10
If you're looking for a marriage movie that's friendly, upbeat and reassuring, I suggest you keep on looking; if you want a startling debut film that merits comparison with Ingmar Bergman, Woody Allen and Nicole Holofcener, here it is.
The ending's a vague cop-out, but the movie is much smarter and more nuanced than the late-night-Cinemax setup suggests.
| Original Score: B+
It's hard not to think about Last Tango in Paris, The Stepford Wives, Belle de Jour and Jeanne Dielmann as we experience Abby's spiritual and sensual reawakening.
For all that could be said of why this character chooses this path - of what this says, or she thinks it says, about control, or submission, or transgressiveness - the movie says nothing.
Ms. Passon ultimately seems to skirt some of the larger life questions hinted at along the way.
| Original Score: 2.5/5
It is Weigert's performance that gives the film its mystery and charge. Playing seriously with identity, she draws the viewer ever closer. The way she never reveals everything is electrifying.
| Original Score: 4/5
The ambitions of writer-director Stacie Passon's plot feel too tame, revving up to a scene of shame rather than radical revision. The Kids Are All Right pushed similar material to more affecting ends.
| Original Score: 3/5
Quickly devolves into a series of unconvincing scenes in service to an outlandish premise.
Solid relationship drama centers on an unsympathetic lead.
Shot as if they were ads for high-thread-count bed sheets, the pic's talky afternoon delights remain more flowery than erotic.