Featured Audience Ratings

• Letitia L

  
  D'aww.

• Walter M

  
  Trapped in an awful predicament involving her professor, her professor's wife and her computer, Rebecca(Zoe Lister-Jones) sees no other options aside from bar hopping and getting drunk. At one bar, she is recognized by Casper(Sam Rosen, who also co-wrote), a high school… More
  Trapped in an awful predicament involving her professor, her professor's wife and her computer, Rebecca(Zoe Lister-Jones) sees no other options aside from bar hopping and getting drunk. At one bar, she is recognized by Casper(Sam Rosen, who also co-wrote), a high school classmate she barely remembers and home from Afghanistan. When her friend Brent(Brent Doyle) lifts her on his shoulder during a game of pool, Casper rushes to her aid. It should not surprise anybody that the whole rescuing the damsel in distress thing does not work out as planned when he forgets the first rule of basic training - never pick on a marine. Still, at least he and Rebecca get a chance to know each other when she picks him as the more emotionally mature option, but this is not a date and there will be no kissing. The one thing filmmakers occasionally forget is that it takes very little to create a film when your heart is in the right place.(*cough* Tarantino *cough*) And that's especially true with the beguiling "Stuck between Stations" whose amiable conversations make the best use of Zoe Lister-Jones' off-kilter delivery. That's not to say this story is not cinematic as the movie contains some lovely shots like Casper framed against the Minneapolis skyline, the cyclists and the circus.(I'll bet you never thought Minneapolis could be so interesting, did you?) On the other hand, there is the split screen which is only really necessary during the movie's sole scene of suspense, amplifying the ambient tension. Otherwise, the movie did not have to literally spell out the cause of Rebecca's self-destruction, as a lot of people peak in high school, as somebody once keenly observed. Plus, hatred of Army officers and soldiers on the homefront is a myth, except for William Westmoreland who kinda had it coming.