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Trieste Kelly Dunn as Gail & Cris Lankenau (Photo: IFC Films)

COLD WEATHER
Edited,
Written & Directed by Aaron Katz
Produced by
Lars Knudsen, Brendan McFadden, Ben Stambler & Jay Van Hoy
Released by IFC Films
USA. 97 min. Not Rated
With
Cris Lankenau, Trieste Kelly Dunn, Raúl Castillo, Robyn Rikoon, Jeb Pearson, Brendan McFadden, Ben Stambler, Katy Rothert, Paul Rothert & Jerry Moyer
 

With an opening extreme close-up of raindrops on a window held for several seconds longer than most filmmakers would dare, writer/director Aaron Katz doesn’t waste time setting the tone; he mixes the ethos of low-budget independent cinema with an almost tangibly damp setting and a little bit of genre tropes. It’s a potentially exciting recipe. Unfortunately, Cold Weather ends up more a curious experiment than a film capable of engaging the audience consistently during its relatively brief running time.

Before moving onto more unfamiliar terrain, Cold Weather starts off as a character piece. Doug (Cris Lankenau), a former forensics student turned lowly ice factory worker, barely keeps his childhood dreams of becoming a detective simmering. He has moved back home to Portland to live with his sister, Gail (Trieste Kelly Dunn). Meanwhile, his ex-girlfriend, Rachel (Robyn Rikoon), reenters his life, but then she goes missing. Doug teams up with Gail and Carlos (Raúl Castillo), a colleague with a side career as a DJ, to unearth the truth of her whereabouts, and before you know it, Katz’s mumblecore vibe veers into Sherlock Holmesian mystery territory.

While the carefully sustained mood and Keegan DeWitt’s chilling, industrial-sounding score hint at big surprises and set pieces, the machinations of Cold Weather’s plot never really take off. They’re at once too mundane to excite and too far-fetched to be believable in the context of these characters’ lives, and the stakes are never high enough. Using a non-actor as your lead is a big gamble that can pay off spectacularly (see Paranoid Park, for instance), but Lankenau can’t shoulder the burden, and Katz, holding static shots on him as if searching for a soul that doesn’t want to come out, doesn’t do him any favors. The dialogue is often over-the-top, expositional in a bad film noir way, and the emotional beats forced, even before the film veers into genre territory.  Stuck somewhere between cogs in a plot and wearing their dysfunction on their sleeves, those surviving under Cold Weather’s atmosphere can’t break out into three-dimensional beings.

After two promising super low-budget films (Dance Party USA, Quiet City), Katz has taken a step in a grander direction. The cinematography is more calculated, the budget—while still small by most standards—is bigger, and the plot more ambitious. The prospect of indie auteurs, reared on microbudgets and extensive character development, invading and reinventing the genre space is thrilling. But in his increase in scale, Katz has left behind one important detail: characters we can care about. Patrick Wood
February 4, 2011

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