Italian Studies

I don't really know what they're aiming for here... There needs to be a point to why we're telling this particular story in this particular way.

It's only 81 minutes long but feels like an eternity or two.

Its idea of time is multidimensional, as is its idea of form.

Adam Leon's brief, stylish film never fully unpacks its intriguing premise, but gains feeling and texture from Kirby's performance as a writer in a dissociative fugue.

For a long stretch, Italian Studies turns this trip down memory-loss lane into a low-wattage livewire, an unpredictable stroll into the unknown.

Mildly auspicious if ultimately disappointing.

In essence, Italian Studies is a movie made up of bits and pieces that never quite coalesce, and perhaps that’s its entire point.

An impulsive saturnine film that follows Vanessa Kirby as she billows around New York City for an unclear amount of time in an amnesiac fugue state. The non-linear timeline of the film accentuates the

The film’s runtime is just 81 minutes however every New York Minute feels like a hour stuck in rush hour traffic on the way to JFK.

Ultimately, Italian Studies leaves the door between the real and the fictional world wide open. Its spontaneity makes the film, not the worst, but the most disappointing film of this year’s Tribeca Film Festival.