The Ballad of Jack and Rose

So we have the Oscar-winning poet laureate's son wasting his and our time in a flower-power-hangover movie that might have been made 25 years ago, though better, by Hal Ashby.

Doesn't succeed in everything it sets out to do, but as a statement about the death rattle of 60s counterculture it's thoughtful and affecting.

Belle uses her blank, doll-like beauty to unnerving effect: she has the vulnerability--and the amorality--of an unbroken colt. Keener, who usually plays brittle, angry urban women, has never been so touching.

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