A vignette-heavy, character-driven thriller consumed by chatty types who, even as their adventitiously spun stories race to conclude, tempt us to question the veracity behind their rat-a-tat-ramblings. Of all the characters that couchsurfing actress Stephanie (Stephanie Hayes) encounters during the scant 72-minute running time, Gerard (Scott Shepherd) leaps out. His personality draws her in like a lion’s paw. A law enforcement agent, Gerard carries with him an element of unpredictability, if not danger. (His unexpected appearance at her AA Meeting causes Stephanie to ask, “Does the word anonymous mean nothing to you?”) He looks and dresses the part, but it still takes a few minutes to shake the notion that the guy who brought a drunken Stephanie to safety wasn’t also her kidnapper. Gerard gets interspersed throughout the first half of filmmakers Joe Denardo and Paul Felten’s nonlinear narrative, and once he’s out of the picture and Stephanie winds up bunking down at a musician’s commune, a huge chunk of the film’s fascination goes with him. Group leader Jim (Ean Sheehy) is assigned the singular character trait of angling to get into Stephanie’s pants. It will leave you in a fog, but until then, it’s a kick watching it run out of steam. (2020) — Scott Marks
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