Gerry

The two stars...[Casey Affleck and Matt Damon]...both playing characters named Gerry, wander across the desert for some reason, and if you enjoy watching them on any pretext, you'll probably enjoy this; if you don't, you won't.

If you can get lost along with it, Van Sant's Gerry is actually anything but empty: At times it's tonically liberating.

Fascinating, even if perversely so, and quite beautiful.

If nothing else, Gerry is restful, though I'm not sure that counts as a recommendation.

Now we know what happens when director Gus Van Sant gets bored. He makes us bored.

There's a purity of purpose in Gerry -- a clean, unwavering focus -- that makes the movie feel strangely exhilarating, even when nothing is happening on the screen.

A difficult, demanding sit, but it wouldn't have been nearly as fascinating and rewarding a film if it weren't.

Gerry, in all ways, is a film geek film. Not for mass consumption, perhaps, but nonetheless a potent expression for those that like this sort of thing.

Likely to sharply divide critics, Gerry goes back to his indie roots with a minimalist work that carries itself almost entirely through the awesome yet austere visuals and sounds.

Absolutely transfixing at one moment and unbearably boring the next.

Although the images from the film are poetic and are more fondly recalled in hindsight, in this case art film for art film's sake doesn't fly very high.

Hiking for Godot: Van Sant's existential Blair Witch Project's daemon lurks within.