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Ned Rifle<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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\nDirector:<\/B> Hal Hartley

\nWriter:<\/B> Hal Hartley

\nCast:<\/B> Liam Aiken, Aubrey Plaza, Parker Posey

\nUSA 2014

\n85 mins\n<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

** out of *****<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n

How much you respond to Ned Rifle<\/i> will probably depend upon how much you can stomach the twee neo-noir<\/i> quirkiness of director Hal Hartley, and most of all, how positively you might have responded to the first two films (Henry Fool<\/i> and Fay Grim<\/i> respectively) in this fairly tiresome trilogy.<\/p>\n

The funniest and most engaging parts of the new picture occur in its opening 20-or-so minutes wherein we\u2019re introduced to young Ned (played throughout the series by Liam Aiken) who hits his 18th birthday as a foster child in a witness protection program. You might remember from the dreadful Fay Grim<\/i> that the title character, Ned\u2019s Mom (Parker Posey), was in pursuit of hubby Henry (Thomas Jay Ryan) and became idiotically embroiled in some naughty terrorist activities. She\u2019s now serving life in federal stir and her son\u2019s foster family are batty evangelical Christians led by Rev. Gardner (Martin Donovan). Their kindness and religious fervour have paid off in spades since Ned\u2019s become quite the devout follower of Jesus, but of course, with a twist.<\/p>\n

Maintaining his devotion to Christ, but using Old Testament justification of the \u2018eye for an eye\u2019 kind, he\u2019s convinced himself to embark upon an odyssey to track down his father and murder him. His reasoning is rooted in some perverse King James Version of restoring his Mom\u2019s honour after it\u2019s been sullied by the evil influence of Henry. Fair enough, I guess. Leaving behind the sun-dappled small-town America and the family who now love him (including a mouth-wateringly gorgeous foster sister), Henry tracks down his nutty ex-poet-laureate uncle Simon (James Urbaniak) to find Dad. Add to the mix a hot babe in the form of sexy academic Susan (Aubrey Plaza) who\u2019s written her thesis on Simon, but who also (not too surprisingly) shares a connection to Henry.<\/p>\n

Up to this point, things amble along in a pleasant enough fashion, but all along the way it\u2019s impossible to remove Hartley\u2019s tongue that\u2019s burrowed far too deeply in his cheek. If anything, he manages to jam his tongue even deeper and it explodes through the flesh, allowing the film to careen off the rails into even more offensively twee territory. If you can hack the clipped (to a fault) deadpan deliveries of Hartley\u2019s self-consciously clever dialogue and the constant, machine-tooled twists and turns of the silly plot, then I suppose you\u2019ll be in for a rollickingly jolly ride. <\/p>\n

The rest of us, though, can stay home. We\u2019re the plebeian curmudgeons who have come to detest the American Indie genre force-feeding at the hands of Hartley, the poster boy for the predictable sameness of so much independent cinema spewed forth from the jolly maw of Uncle Sam.<\/p>\n

This review is part of our TIFF 2014 coverage<\/a>.<\/div>\n

Greg Klymkiw<\/B><\/I><\/p>\n

Watch the trailer:<\/b><\/p>\n