Some movies are emotionally complex. This movie is just a glorified soap opera.
23-year-old Martine (Olivia Thirlby) moves into sound engineer Peter (John Krasinski) and his wife Julie’s (Rosemarie DeWitt) pool house in the upmarket suburb of Silver Lake in LA to work under the guidance and assistance of Peter. Her entrance into the family home creates a ripple and a ruptured household, starting with Peter.
Nobody Walks is all about sexual desire, manipulating people into getting what you want and throwing a temper tantrum when you don’t get it. What starts off as a promising arty film that explores the naturalness of life, the exploration of sound, the sensual influence that it has on us and the complexities of family life is cheapened by what seems to be overpowered by crass soap opera storyline.
Peter is married to Julie but wants intern Martine (and gets her).
Julie sort of wants her ex-husband Leroy.
Leroy wants Julie.
Julie’s patient, Billy, wants Julie. Badly.
Daughter Kolt wants assistant David.
David wants Martine.
Italian tutor Marcello wants Kolt.
Avi wants Kolt.
And Martine is “just doing what I needed to do to get my s**t done”
The acting is overshadowed by the lack of care from every character about the next. Everyone is chasing their sexual and selfish desires to get their shit done. It seems that nothing changes, no one is changed for the better and no one really learns anything. What a pointless end.
From a medium, experimental side of film making there are merits to the movie, or at least enough for it to be awarded a Special Jury Prize at the 2012 Sundance Film Festival which give winning films special recognition for their unique vision or excellence. But for the ordinary man who wants to enjoy a film there is minimal pleasure in this one.