Rachael Taylor
Rachael Taylor

Australia, 2010; Richard Gray
One of those Australian movies that just lie there. Alas, the great Jacki Weaver (the crime matriarch of Animal Kingdom) has only one scene in the first reel. After that, we're on the road with the pretty but vapid Rachael Taylor as an expatriate violinist briefly returned from Nevada to attend her long-estranged father's funeral. Assume that director Richard Gray was deliberately going for softspoken and low-key—a decent impulse, but really, the temperature never rises to simmer, let alone slow boil ... as neither the direction nor the screenwriting rises above Filmmaking 101. Throughout the rather taciturn movie, key motivations and blockages are periodically announced, never explored. The one attempt at vigor is the unpersuasive heartiness of some migrant workers who arrive to pick the crop of the orange-grower (Alex Dimitriades) at whose home Taylor's character has fetched up after the obsequies. Their camaraderie induces teeth-grinding. Nice scenery, though. —RTJ

Sunday, May 29, 7 p.m. and Monday, May 30, 11 a.m., both at the Neptune