"Dirty Weekend" is a decent idea for a low-budget movie that never gets past the idea stage, and after a brief while, you may start to question whether it should have been a movie at all, much less a 90-minute one.

As always with LaBute's talkathons, dialogue is ever purposeful and oh-so-empty, less indicative of flesh-and-blood people than a dramatist's deliberateness, though Eve and Broderick make the most of their dully comic exchanges.

A fairly weak-tea story of conflicted self-discovery that would make for a mildly engaging evening on the stage.

Strangely, to the film's credit, it unexpectedly ends in a quietly complex and sweet place. I don't quite think the slow-stepping plot is worth the outcome, but the consistent tone does pay off.