The Wait

Ms. Sevigny is the unsteady center of a movie that uses awkward silences, cryptic dialogue and self-consciously arty images to signify emotional limbo.

The dialogue is so vague, and the plot so minimal, it all feels like a rather pointless exercise.

Questions mount and answers are slim, distracted by a score that veers from synth to symphonic.

The type of gem you trot out when you want to share something offbeat and intelligent.