Another indie director more interested in style than substance.

While it's quirky and intriguing, this is the kind of wilfully nutty black comedy that treads the extremely thin line between inventiveness and pretentiousness.

Wristcutters: A Love Story is like a suicidal Wizard of Oz.

it is, like the limbo it portrays, a peculiar hybrid of recognisable, second-hand elements that somehow add up to something entirely sui generis - an idiosyncratic piece of magical realism whose characters are literally on the road to nowhere.

If you’re going to make a comedy about suicide, you’d better make sure the jokes land. There are people out there who could use a laugh.

Writer-director Goran Dukic, adapting an Etgar Keret novel, may be too successful in establishing suicideland as a fate worse than death. It really is an empty, dreadful place.

It has 'midnight movie' written all over it.

This director plies a sweetly humanistic art in potentially ghoulish circumstances. He achieves a minimalism that's equally touching and rib-tickling.

There are problems here, but they're of the good-natured variety -- the flaws of a smart film that aims high.

It's a shapeless, flavorless Sundance blob that rolls around for 85 of the longer minutes you'll find in a theater this year.