Nobody Walks.

Tonight I snuggled up with my big floral pillow, purple blanket, lit some candles, drank some tea, and put all my attention on Nobody Walks. Nobody Walks is Ry Russo-Young's third feature film that he wrote with the help of Lena Dunham (Tiny Furniture and Girls). It premiered back at Sundance and is loaded with a great cast: Olivia Thirlby, John Krasinski, Justin Kirk and Rosemarie Dewitt. The film is so visually pleasing, even so that I found myself constantly zoning in on the aesthetics and not paying any attention to the story line at hand. I think this is due to the over told story of the sexual desire to have another when you cannot. Some of these stories are told amazingly well (See, Last Night), but then you have films like Nobody Walks that seem like a jumble of thoughts, cravings, and characters that it all just gets kind of old real fast. I had so much hope in this film with a such a talented cast, brilliant screenwriters, beautiful scenes, thrilling trailer. Everything just kind of fell flat for me.

But go judge for yourself, Nobody Walks hits theaters October 12 or check it out on iTunes.