What seems like a pretty straight-forward indie film about relationships - personal, political, and metaphysical - turns out to get headier, sillier, and more affecting (in a good way) as it goes along.
Probably shot on a very low budget in LA, the pinball-machine plot of String Theory involves a church changing hands, homeless people fighting a councilman and a corrupt preacher for its future, a mysterious good Samaritan and a mute 9-year-old black boy at the sidelines. They all converge in unexpected ways as connections are revealed, with a certain amount of lip service to "superstring theory," Einstein, physics, and pseudo science. But the film has more on its mind than plot mechanics, and also explores the relationships between deeds, faith, seeing God...or at least, having faith in what good "God" may represent. And it also involves a hallucinogenic called "DMT."
The most striking and refreshing thing about the movie is that the "plot" resolves a full 15 minutes before the film ends, after which it takes its time in relating how everyone ends up. And by that time its fine, as you are more concerned with the characters finding happiness (or at least satisfaction) by the end.
Fairly professional camera-work, nice editing, but some of the acting is a little rough and broad. But its all forgivable.
