Wim Wenders’s latest takes us through 12 years in the life of a writer who accidentally ran over a child and the emotional cauterization of feelings the tragedy visits upon all parties involved. Wenders can photograph nothing and make it interesting, which is kind of what he does with screenwriter Bjørn Olaf Johannessen’s existential small talk. The cast works hard — Rachel McAdams maintains her accent, and it’s nice to see James Franco get back to some serious acting — but the plot canyons they’re asked to ford don’t add up to a meaningful journey. A visual knockout; one can only wonder if Wenders’s stereoscopic deployment of space would have sweetened the deal. Alas, even Franco’s box office magnetism isn’t enough to warrant a 3D screening in San Diego. The supporting cast includes the always-welcome Patrick Bachau and Peter Stormare — and Charlotte Gainsbourg as the grieving mother. (2015) — Scott Marks
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