If you've ever been stuck at a party with a heartbroken, drug-addled narcissist who just can't shut up--and actually enjoyed it--then London is tailor-made for your rather unique temperament. Everyone else should pass. This movie--about a downward-spiraling twentynothing who crashes his ex-girlfriend London's farewell party and promptly locks himself in the bathroom with his new drug dealer--might have been brilliant as satire.
But by playing it straight, writer-director Hunter Richards' debut falls far short of the raw emotional profundity it's aiming for, veering instead into unintentional not-quite-hilarity as the coked-up characters natter on meaninglessly about the nature of God and their sadly broken lives. There are a few genuinely affecting moments--Syd's longing for London feels real enough--but ultimately, London ends up being exactly what it's about: an unwelcome guest with a hard-luck story nobody wants to hear.