Trust isn't quite a movie. It's more like a gigantic tidbit, a Tic Tac of a film, minus the minty sensation--minus any real sensation, in fact. And that's a shame. Director Bart Freundlich has an amazing cast: his wife Julianne Moore, the talented Billy Crudup and the affable, don't-you-wish-he-was-your-husband David Duchovny. Yes, Maggie Gyllenhaal is in this, but we hardly even notice.

When the movie opens, we know we're in trouble. Airy music plays over a series of New York scenes--couples kiss on the sidewalk, a wedding party crosses the street. After the curtain falls, we're left with some pretty unlikable pretty people--two couples in bad relationships. Famous actress Rebeccca (Moore) feels distant from her mopey, sex-starved husband Tom (David Duchovny). They keep saying that their marriage is a wreck, but the closest they come to genuine interaction is a scene in which their kid accidentally throws a bat at Rebecca's nose.

The movie also wants us to invest in Rebecca's younger brother Tobey (Crudup), a slacker with a goatee who disappoints his aspiring writer girlfriend (Gyllenhaal). Crudup seems to be under the impression that he's in a comedy, and he does a damn good job of making us laugh. When he has to spell out his sexually explicit email address for Eva Mendes, even the stodgiest moviegoer will chuckle. Except maybe superstiff Gyllenhaal.

Everyone is a supporting character, but who--or what--exactly are they supporting? There are moments when the dialogue pops, and we can't help but think that with another rewrite, Trust could have been a contender. Oh well. Maybe next time.
--Caroline Kepnes
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