This is the first time that my reaction to a film was, "I should write a scathing review of this on IMDb.com". Well, here we go: From the start, the credits were minimized as well as the title screen, to allude to the insignificance of discourse. Or, maybe the director was simply following the cookie-cutter trends of the postmodern indie film. Either way, the bleak story of Keane, a mentally ill, sexually frustrated, drug addicted wack job managed to be both stressful and a snoozer at the same time. Aside from his internal conflicts centered around coming to terms with the abduction of his daughter, the first portion of the film lacks conflict development and/or resolution. His awkwardness makes the film very difficult to watch at times. At no point in the film are new twists revealed or points of interest developed. He simply wallows in his own shortcomings, while dragging the viewer through endless minutes of empty symbolism and "dramatic" cinematography. The "realistic" qualities of the film are anything but subject matter for a motion picture. Kids get abducted. People snort coke. Hearts get broken and people fornicate without condoms. C'est la vie. Watch the news for proof. There is no soundtrack, because when you're mentally ill, you can't hear things except for your own demons screaming in your cerebral cortex. I would know.
Review of Keane
