As a general rule of thumb, I do not walk out of movies – or even turn them off when watching at home. It’s a general sign of respect as well as perhaps a misplaced optimism. You just never know when a movie might show the tiniest sign of redemption.
I was recently fortunate enough to receive an electronic screener link to view “Low Down,” which is now among the rare class of movies that I could not bring myself to finish. The film is not actively, egregiously bad. It is just never good, save a mildly impressive control of period atmosphere by first-time director Jeff Preiss.
I must have forgotten to hit the pause button when I left to get lunch or something because when I came back, I could not remember where I had stopped the screener. As I was scrolling through different scenes, I honestly could not recall whether or not I had watched them. “Low Down” left that soft of an impact on me.
I saw the writing on the wall when a character misquotes a line from Shakespeare (it’s “if music be the food of love,” not “fruit”) and no one, in front of or behind the camera, seems to bat an eyelid. “Low Down” is a considerable squandering of talent, as it deploys the virtuosic John Hawkes as Joe Albany, a gifted jazz pianist struggling to kick a drug addiction. Never seen that one before…
There are plenty of talented actors playing characters in his orbit, including Glenn Close as his mother. But none is more disappointing to see go to waste than Elle Fanning, the talented young actress from “Somewhere” and “Super 8” who is well on her way to eclipsing her older sister. She plays Joe’s daughter in what could arguably be considered a co-lead performance, yet she has little personality and might as well just be an accessory to her father.
I did, out of the mildest of curiosities, skip to the final scene of the film just to see the ultimate fates of the characters. Spoiler alert: there’s nothing to spoil. You know what’s coming, but I dare you to outlast the tedium of “Low Down” to make it there. C- /
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