Eve, a clinically diagnosed anorexic (Emily Browning), skips out of her treatment facility with little more to lead her than a desire to forever change the face of rock ‘n’ roll. She adopts as her bandmates a Napoleon Dynamite-ish lifeguard-cum-guitarist (Olly Alexander) and his wacky (and flush) friend (Hannah Murray). As lovely as Browning’s “little voice” performances are, the pop lyrics, composed by writer-director Stuart Murdoch, could have withstood less vanilla to contrast with her pastel vocals. The decision to make Eve an escapee, counting the days until her meds run out, can’t help but push this in the direction of disease-of-the-week teledrama. Still, in these godless, genre-forsaken times, nothing pleases me more than to bestow even so much as a qualified recommendation on a romantic musical fantasy, three words I haven’t successively strung together in far too long. (2014) — Scott Marks
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