I have been watching this director, Ry Russo-Young, since seeing her first feature at SXSW, Orphans, that won the Jury prize. She knows how to create moving, complex characters, that stay with you. Her second film that also screened at Sundance, You Wont Miss Me, took a huge leap with Stella Schnabel playing a smart, screwed up New Yorker looking for love in all the wrong places. Now, in Nobody Walks, Russo-Young hits her stride. She has assembled an amazing cast who give deeply nuanced performances, from Rosemary DeWitt's vulnerable wife and mother, to John Krasinski's breakout role as the husband seduced by Olivia Thirlby who oozes sexuality mixed with naive ambition. The supporting players are perfectly cast; Justin Kirk as the therapy patient who pushes the boundaries, Dylan McDermott as the fading rock star ex-husband, and India Ennenga the teenage daughter discovering her own sexuality. Co-written with Lena Dunham (Girls), Russo-Young tackles universal themes of love, lust and regret with grit and grace.
Review of Nobody Walks
