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Review: 'Nobody Walks' a provocative, if flawed, tale of temptation

A comely young artist upends the lives of a Silver Lake family in Ry Russo-Young's 'Nobody Walks,' a film as interesting and imperfect as its characters.

October 18, 2012|By Betsy Sharkey, Los Angeles Times Film Critic
  • John Krasinski portrays a married man who develops an interest in his family's house guest, a young artist played by Olivia Thirlby, in "Nobody Walks."
John Krasinski portrays a married man who develops an interest in his family's… (Nicholas Trikonis / Associated…)

"Nobody Walks" is one of those fishbowl films: an idea is tossed in like a crumb, then we wait and watch what happens.

A dark story unfolding in sunshine, the movie wonders what might happen to a beautifully blended but bored California family when a pretty young thing shows up. The copacetic ensemble toying with all the emotions include John Krasinski, Olivia Thirlby, Rosemarie DeWitt, Justin Kirk, India Ennenga, Rhys Wakefield and Dylan McDermott. That no one will come out unscathed is a given in a film titled "Nobody Walks."

Indie director Ry Russo-Young, who in "Nobody Walks" continues to favor ethics-testing stories of the heart, co-wrote the script with Lena Dunham, Hollywood's current "it" girl, with HBO's "Girls" her most visible project at the moment. The story is loosely constructed, and like that crumb in the bowl, the dilemmas that surface tend to float rather than head to any particular destination. If you allow yourself to drift with it, rather than get frustrated by all the non sequiturs, "Nobody Walks" becomes a more enjoyable film.

Here's the setup: Martine (Thirlby) is an experimental artist whose latest film project seems to involve bugs eating other bugs, or copulating — hard to tell whether she's shooting love or war — which fits with the movie's themes. Her kiss-off of the boy she leaves behind in New York as she heads to Los Angeles starts to sketch in the way Martine uses people.

With that opening salvo, Martine arrives in the artistic ecosystem of Silver Lake, where she's to spend a few months with friends of a friend. Julie (DeWitt) is a therapist; husband Peter (Krasinski) is a noted sound designer with a soundproof studio next to the pool house where they are putting Martine up while Peter helps with her film. Kolt is Julie's teenage daughter, precocious but distracted by a major crush on her stepdad's assistant, a hunky David (Wakefield). Her father, Leroy (Dylan McDermott), still stops by for dinner. Julie and Peter have a cute young son, but he is so nonessential you wonder why he's there. There is no confusion about how Julie's screenwriter-patient Billy (Justin Kirk) will factor in; he flirts and flatters his way through each session.

Initially the family welcomes Martine with open arms, she's a relief from the stasis that has overtaken their lives. Her exotic look and introspective style create a kind of seductive force field without her even trying. But soon, like a spider spinning a web, she is trying. Though no one is left untouched by her charms, the most important one to snare is Peter; his sound expertise can make or break her film.

We see it before he does — that telegraphing of too much too soon is one of the film's weaknesses — as Martine begins to shift the older-brother attitude he evinces to something so serious it could rupture the family.

There is a languor to everything that happens, except for the sex, which is steamy and stolen. Working with director of photography Christopher Blauvelt, everything about the film and its characters feels lush and ripe, ready for picking. That sensual feel heats up over the course of "Nobody Walks" as passions are provoked and resentments rise.

Thirlby has a way of moving through scenes and riffling emotions that makes it easy to believe she will leave destruction in her wake. Usually she is on the edges of films, with well-crafted small turns in "Juno," "Margaret" and others. She holds the center here nicely.

Krasinski has the harder job in Peter. With so much of Peter's interior life rocking along on the surface, his self-destructive urges seem to come out of nowhere, and their trajectory is even more difficult to buy. Just one of several imperfect, yet interesting characters in this imperfect, yet interesting film.

'Nobody Walks'

MPAA rating: R for sexuality, language and some drug use

Running time: 1 hour, 22 minutes

Playing: At Sundance Cinema Sunset 5, West Hollywood


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