This intense little item from independent cinematographer-turned-filmmaker Lodge Kerrigan (Clean, Shaven; Claire Dolan) is an exercise in grit. For 90 minutes, this intense character study literally follows around a mourning father, William Keane (Damian Lewis), who tortures himself by wandering around New York City's Port Authority bus terminal and the bleakest neighborhoods of New Jersey searching in vain for his abducted daughter. A miserable slab of what was once a human being, Keane is a wandering bitter pill who endlessly talks to himself about what he should have done, what he ought to do, and how he can find his daughter.
One admires Kerrigan's rigorous cinematic technique, which stays perched on Keane's face or right over his shoulder for most of the film's running time. It's a "you are there" aesthetic that demands the viewer identify with the camera's subject. Perhaps influenced by British filmmaker Alan Clarke (who used similar tactics to brilliant effect following around skinhead Tim Roth in Made in Britain and football hooligan Gary Oldman in The Firm), Kerrigan manages to make Keane bracing, compelling, and mostly watchable even as you realize the character is on a long, slow, tortured journey to nowhere.
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