whatmotivatedmeuptothenewdirector'sfestivaltocatch'martinfrost'tonightwasthebrutalreviewthatitgotyesterdayfromtheleadcriticofthenewyorktimes,brutaldismissal,tobemoreaccurate,'thelesssaidabout(it)thebetter',shesaid,andifiguredthatanymovieabletoteachMsDargisthevirtueofsilenceforevenafewcolumnincheswouldbeworththetripddd　　andworththetripitwas.wearebroughtintoaparadiseoflimpidlybeautifulvisualtextures.theoakenrhythmsofacountryhouseensconcedinaspringtimeparklandofluxurianttreesandluminousskiesbestowthesoothingnaturalblessingneededbythemaincharacter,martinfrost(DavidThewlis),awriterrubbedrawbythemechanicsoffinishinganovelinnewyorkcity.(Thewlismakespalpablethecasualtyofintrapsychicmachinerysawedintodaemonicreverbagainstthebanausichive).thenparadisemorphsintopurgatory,leavenedcomedically,inDante'ssense,bythepostmodernangelicvisitationsofClaire(IreneJacobs)andAnna(SophieAuster).　　unfortunately,tomytaste,theverbaldimensionsofthefilmareflaccid,thelogicmorefancifulthanimaginative,thenarrativearccrippledbysomeirredeemablycreakyplotting,especiallyatthecrucialinitiationoftherelationshipbetweenmartinandClairewheretheseedsofcommonsensearethrowntothemagpiesoftheatricality.　　butsobeguilingisthewillfulvulnerabilityofauster'sfantasy,andtheedgyinterplaythatitpotentiatesbetweenThewlisandJacobs,andthecamera,andlaterSophieAuster,andthebroadcomedyofaruraleveryman(MichaelImperioli),thatitisverypleasanttobecarriedalongonthevisualfoamofuncertainsensualdelight,eddyingintoafeelingthatthisfilm'soddlylouchelighttouchisuniquelyadeptattracingsomegravelineamentsofthehumanheart.　　goinnocently.