Sleepwalk

There's not much to recommend this arthouse film written and directed by Sara Driver. The story plays with supernatural bits surrounding an ancient Chinese text, things which felt like shallow orientalism and which never went anywhere, then oddly shifts to a kidnapping. The acting from the leads, Suzanne Fletcher in particular, is terrible, and the surreal elements sprinkled in, like a boy walking a parrot, felt forced. There are some interesting visuals with background lights off a bridge towards the end thanks to Jim Jarmusch, and look for Steve Buscemi in a small role in just his third film, otherwise, forget it. Mercifully just 75 minutes.