Three Days of Rain

Rain strives for a Magnolia-type tapestry of quiet desperation. But after 90 unremitting minutes of badly acted, atrociously written histrionic misery, pic leaves one praying for frogs.

As a filmmaker, Meredith has a strong, if derivative, visual sense, although his screenplay is packed with too many clichs and familiar riffs.

In the genre of interlocking stories about lonely lives, Three Days of Rain is only a sketch compared to the power of Rodrigo Garcia's Nine Lives, which continues to grow in my memory.

Meredith has created a mood piece that avoids self-indulgence as it explores the self-indulgent nature of a handful of diverse people, caught up in the major and minor miseries of life's foolish ironies and genuine woes.