So many indie films want you to believe New York is this bleak, dirty place where everyone lives on the street. In reality, there must be dozens of film crews running into each other in any given vacant lot trying to hide the fact that it's the center of a bustling film culture. If there were so many kids offering shell games, they wouldn't have to hire actors to play them.
This particular street life saga shows nothing new, and remarkably nothing punk. Nothing happens for 90 minutes. The main character is the same at the end as in the beginning. Why does she put up flyers of herself if she's not in a band? Why do hookers and street vendors proposition a guy who couldn't be more clearly broke if he was naked? As 'likeable' as Wren is, and as much as you want to see her do something with her life, or heck, even become a stripper, this movie just doesn't pay off. Watching this is like playing a slow pinball game with no noise. Why would you?
This particular street life saga shows nothing new, and remarkably nothing punk. Nothing happens for 90 minutes. The main character is the same at the end as in the beginning. Why does she put up flyers of herself if she's not in a band? Why do hookers and street vendors proposition a guy who couldn't be more clearly broke if he was naked? As 'likeable' as Wren is, and as much as you want to see her do something with her life, or heck, even become a stripper, this movie just doesn't pay off. Watching this is like playing a slow pinball game with no noise. Why would you?