Set mostly in a flashback to 1973 New York City, this is at heart not a coming of age movie but a coming to terms movie. From the opening scenes in Paris, we're set up by a voice-over narrative to expect terrible events which would change a boy's life. And, true to its word, we are delivered a series of disasters, many of which are prefigured in a short-handed kind of way. But it doesn't really matter, because you know where the film is heading, and your reaction to the last 15 minutes coming out of the flashbacks will pretty much determine whether you like this film or not. (Note that the ratings here are split pretty dramatically between very positive and very negative.) The things that are right with the film are good, sometimes very good. At the top of the "good" list is Erykah Badu's outstanding performance as a prisoner in the Women's House of Detention , an urban jail with windows over the street, who offers conversation and advice to the young protagonist. Also, the evocative period setting, which puts to shame a lot of films with many times the budget. Finally, there are a few deft touches of humor in the dialog, particularly in the early scenes of school life. The other performances are a bit more uneven. Anton Yelchin, the younger version of Duchony's character, is often winning and natural, but when real crisis hits, I didn't buy his grief and desperation. Not knowing the Robin Williams role, I cringed a bit when he first appeared on screen, but his performance is for the most part fairly restrained -- at least by Robin Williams' standards. Ducovny and wife Tea Leoni were competent but not compelling. We saw this film at a preview that featured a Q&A with Ducovny afterward. He clearly has affection for the material and, if anything, set out to make an even more modest film, budget-wise, than this. This is potentially pretty dicey plot material and could have veered severely wrong, particularly toward sloppy sentimentality. While I don't think the film entirely escaped this, it's certain a better film than, say, the dreadfully manipulative, "The Notebook". If you're not expecting too much and you can appreciate the 70's period setting, you'll probably enjoy this. If you're expecting a genius writer-director first film out of Ducovny -- you will be disappointed. Bottom line: give Ducovny some space and let's wait for his second film before delivering an real judgment on his career as writer-director.

Tom Warszaw (David Duchovny) is an artist in Paris. His son is turning 13 and he is haunted by something that happened 30 years ago. The movie flashes back to 1973 Greenwich Village. Tommy (Anton Yelchin) lives with his troubled widower mother Katherine (Téa Leoni). His mentally challenged neighbor Pappas (Robin Williams) is his best friend and a janitor at his school. They deliver meat together for the local butcher. They hide their money at the Women's House of Detention to keep it away from Pappas' angry drunk father. Tommy befriends a prisoner called Lady (Erykah Badu) and starts a teen romance with Melissa. Just as Tommy is about to turn 13, two terrible events happen.

I like Yelchin and his puppy love. It's has the potential to be a good coming-of-age movie. Williams' handicap character isn't too campy. However David Duchovny's writing fails him in this movie. His directions aren't that bad but there are a few too many incidences of bad writing. Also the movie stretches out the ending too much. This is trying to be poignant with some quirky touches. Lady is the standard magic negro which annoyed me a little. Orlando Jones looks silly when compared to the rest of the cast. I really hate that Tommy literally pulled the plug. Pappas' turn needs some foreshadowing. It comes out of nowhere. Instead of letting the story flow, Duchovny keeps piling on these little awkward turns.

The answer to that question is: "kinda." His directorial debut isn't dishonorable, but it is not something that you'd take right off the shelf to your friend and say "this is good" without the tinge of sarcasm. It's a nostalgic piece of possibly semi-autobiographical storytelling that is full of pap and melancholy and, yes, a retarded Robin Williams performance. But some of the cast, like Duchovney's wife Tea Leoni, pull through reasonably well, and I liked some of the 1970s touches (the soundtrack mostly). It's about a young boy (Anton Yelchin, a rising talent) growing up in Greenwich village with his depressive, widow mother, and his one friend being janitor named Pappas (Williams) who does things even if they aren't the right thing to do (no, not in the sexual way ::frowns::) It's certainly not a bad movie, and I was kept in the mood to watch the movie once I tuned in to see how Yelchin's character would turn out, or how Duchovney, playing the adult version, would come back to reconcile his past. But it's sure to say that Duchovney is more assured as director than writer; a lot of his ideas become cluttered in the thick of the plot, and at times it's very awkward, and not always in the good comedic sensibility (Williams stumbles more than once in the character, though it's hard to say if he's annoying inasmuch as its written for him). I suppose if Duchovney tries again behind the camera, perhaps with someone else's script, he'll fare much better. He made a personal movie, independently done, and it once or twice verges to the touching momentum it wants to build to. It's also ham-fisted and 'meh' for a lot of the time.