A Manhattan Lawyer (Bryan Cranston) has an Alice moment when his evening commute ends with a raccoon coaxing him up into the family’s storage loft over the garage, where he spends the next few years looking on in delight as his wife and two daughters agonize over his whereabouts. Even if you buy into the premise of a man managing to live completely unnoticed within a few feet of his home, you’re still left wondering what the family did to earn such paternal contempt in the first place. Hints at a nervous breakdown, followed by a few unhelpful flashbacks, don’t provide nearly enough character motivation to make this anything more than a hollow exercise in sadomasochistic voyeurism. Basing his work on a short story by E.L. Doctorow, writer- director Robin Swicord proves so unable to part with even one of the author’s words that long passages of film wind up playing like an illustrated audiobook. With Jennifer Garner as the little woman. (2016) — Scott Marks
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