Connor Keesling wrote, directs and stars in this two-person opus that drags on for 2-1/2 hours.
The story takes place over one evening, is very talky and reveals two very unremarkable characters. Keesling isn't equipped with the self-awareness to draw a performance from himself that a director might have.
Keesling's vocal delivery is mumbling, nasal and whining. Julia Dent, Keesling's co-star, is likely unremarkable. As presented in this film, she would be difficult to describe in a way that someone would be able to find her in a lunchtime restaurant dining room. They're both studies in plainness.
Both keesling and Dent have several short film credits, which begs the issue of why this film runs so long and lacks any sense of economy or strategic editing.
It's a remarkable flexion of ego on Keesling's part to subject viewers to a project for which he is totally responsible, from concept to execution. He doesn't risk anything in this film, but he indulges himself to what seems like a rude degree.
