Local music icon Brook Hyde (Dominic Bogart) is not happy unless he’s miserable. Parties bore him and promotional interviews quickly turn ugly. Hyde uses the woes of the world and the incognizance of others as shields to deflect the insufferable success that is his. Temporary relief arrives in the form of his three sisters, who show up unannounced on our voicemail-dodging anti-hero’s doorstep bearing their late mother’s ashes, ripe for the scattering. For his first narrative feature, San Diego filmmaker Destin Cretton establishes a strong sense of place and atmosphere as he expertly uses our town as his backlot. Bogart is equally fine as the tortured artist, but one look at the self-proclaimed asshole on the golf course and you’ll instantly know that he is indeed not a hipster. It’s one of the few light moments in an otherwise conventional, purposefully grim meditation on a character that’s been done to death. (2012) — Scott Marks
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