Smokers Only

A venturesome, beautifully realized psychological mood piece that reveals its first-time feature director's understanding of the expressive power of the camera.

The film is a gorgeous nocturne of surprisingly little substance, a sleek advert for youthful anomie that never quite equals the sum of its pretensions.

There is a great divide between a film about people in the throes of aimless, meandering lives and a film that is simply aimless and meandering. Smokers Only never acknowledges, let alone bridges, that gap.

Too predictable to leave much of an impression.

A walk on the "dark side" that moves far more slowly than limited character insight requires.

A jumbled composite of blurred images, poetic yearnings and metaphoric dialogue.

Detached performances and a murky sound mix further the sense of suspended animation.