June (Naomi Watts) was once a known counter-culture figure, but that was a long time ago, before she cut herself off from the outside world. Now, she now lives alone in her South Bronx apartment as the “Summer of Sam,” escalating violence and brutal summer heat threaten to turn New York City into sheer terror.
This was written and directed by Alistar Banks Griffin, the second of his films after 2010’s Two Gates of Sleep.
A lot of people ask me if I ever just shut down on a movie, knowing how many bad films I watch. I would trade nearly every direct to WalMart movie I watch this year for this film, a ponderous and doddering odyssey into one woman’s sophmore slump and need to never leave the house.
This movie had that moment I dread the most: I pressed pause to see how much more time the film had, thinking that it had to be nearly over. It was only twenty minutes in to its run time. I stuck it out for a little longer. Becca could take no more.