A partial (very partial) review

Full disclosure: I did not watch all of this film. In fact, I did not even watch very much of it. I had to shut it off after watching, oh, maybe less than a half hour. Why? Well, the first-person narration, every camera shot, the acting, the incidental music, all screamed "INDIE FILM! INDIE FILM!" in big blinking neon letters. Actually, come to think of it, all of those things also screamed, "BAD FILM! BAD FILM!" in big blinking neon letters, as well. The acting (and narration) done by Leo was especially horrid. What an actor of her -- and David Straithairn's -- calliber are doing in a film like this is a mystery.

Since I only watched so little of the film, I feel it's only fair to make this a very short review. So I'll add only two more things to my list of grievances:

First of all, the writing was not only terrible, but sloppy as well: In her narration, Leo's character states about Sabrina Lloyd's character something to the effect of, "though she was almost as old as me, she didn't look it." The age gap between the two actresses is almost ten years, but it looks even wider than that, maybe fifteen. Couldn't they have cast someone more age-appropriate in Lloyd's role, or at least have rewritten the line? Things like that bother me, and take me out of the reality of the situation.

Secondly and last, the film's pacing was deadly slow! It seems the film was promising one kind of story (a time-travel romance perhaps in the style of "Somewhere In Time"), but had some sort of internal confusion about how to pull it off. The incidental music, the narration and the overall tone of this film, contribute to this feeling of schizophrenia -- making it more along the lines of "Fried Green Tomatoes" than an interesting time travel adventure.