Drift

Maybe it's because I don't appreciate the joy that drama queens bring to life. Maybe it's because I don't appreciate the angst of living in the life today. Who in the real, work-a-day world speaks like this? If I met such an emotional train-wreck as the lead character, I would sprint at high speed in the other direction. It seemed every time Ryan opened his mouth out spilled a Greek tragedy punctuated by his belabored, self absorbed, oh-woe-is-me breathing. The acting was good, the story line was mediocre. I found myself looking at my watch and checking the box the video came in to see how much longer the pain was to continue. I would have been the guy in the back row of the theater groaning every time one of these poor widdle boys dug himself into a hole and then waxed poetic.

I have this visceral feeling of...oh sorry, it's just indigestion.

This little scenario scripted by Quentin Lee plays like a merry-go-round. As lovers love, break up, reunite, have misgivings, rekindle, and entertain more regrets, the viewer begins to wonder just what point Lee is trying to make.

A key may be the tentative nature of the title. It's also set in a town where lots of folk are in a state of flux, not really settling down after making a commitment, and forever looking for the "perfect" partner.

The search, however, is as fickle as the atmosphere of the terrain itself, where the consciousness can be a jumble of mixed emotions. Unanchored attitudes prevail, reacting to the mass of humanity crowded into the region, from mid-state down to the southern border.

It's not an ideal place for anyone who isn't strongly grounded in both their self worth and professional projects. The tragedy of this story is that there are no solid anchors, only driftwood floating and bobbing along uneven tides. One day wanting this, tomorrow that.

Unfortunately, Mr. Lee's script rather meanders as well, and allows itself to even take a "Memento"-type turn midway through--with unprepared for flashbacks that have a strange feel.

There's nothing wrong with the acting, though, and the youthful cast renders subtle and heartfelt performances.

While yet a young man still gaining experience through his own relationships, Quentin Lee has managed to produce a drama that explores the many subtleties and conflicting possibilities of relationships with the insight of someone twice his age. As an older gay male in a long-term committed relationship, I particularly appreciated Lee's mature take on the interplay between every young gay man's deep desire for a "perfect" relationship and the (maturer) realization that (perhaps) perfection lies in working on one's existing relationship. Yet--another sign of the film's maturity--this conclusion is not dictated, but merely suggested as one of several possible outcomes. As others have noted, the film is slow at first to engage the viewer, but once it does it will leave a lasting impression.

Not good. Not the worst thing I've ever seen, either. It's just a dull, amateurish effort, where the writer thought that the most realistic the dialogue, the better. (Not true. Try leaving a tape recorder on for a couple of hours when you're having a heart-to-heart with a friend. Just don't make me listen to the result.) Drift has a couple of fresh points--first, it deals with the pain of breakup, and avoids the horrible cliché of "coming out" stories or overly sunny romantic discovery. It's very realistic, and prefers understatement to emotional shouting.

But that latter point is also its downfall. It is dull. The gambit of three possible endings cannot save it. The main character is a self-pitying neurotic, and as time went on, I lost all interest in him. Save your money.

What starts out as a fairly straightforward tale of the end of a relationship gets, for no apparent reason, complicated about an hour in by repeated scenes from earlier in the film with twists and variations. First minor changes in wording, then wholesale changes in content, scene construction and even characters. I was reminded of the home video release of "Clue," which separated the three theatrical endings with a title card saying something like "That's one way it could have gone, but what about this?" Except the alternate endings and scenes for "Clue" were entertaining and these changes weren't. The twists and turns were attempts to enliven an otherwise pedestrian faux-"quirky" script (oooh, obsessing about serial killers, how avant-garde!) but it didn't work. Proving that gay indie filmmakers can screw up relationship stories just as badly as straight ones. If you like surreal twists, leave this one on the shelf and rent "The Hanging Garden" instead.