The protagonist here is a guy (Tim Robbins) obsessed with silencing car alarms -- obsessed to the point of becoming a vigilante who bashes any car that has a car alarm (or is it only cars with alarms currently going off? It's hard to tell from the trailer). He gets arrested, his wife (Bridget Moynahan, a cellist, apparently) gets annoyed, he finds a younger girlfriend who worships his cause, he becomes a sort of hero, annoys the mayor (William Hurt in the ugliest wig in the history of the world; it's very Donald Trump, which begs the question: Why would anyone wear a wig that looks like that?), and basically has a mid-life crisis. I'm sure there is supposed to be a larger point to this movie. It is an indie, after all. But then again, this is a movie about a guy who hates car alarms. Could it really have much of a deeper meaning? Sometimes a stupid film concept is just a stupid concept. And sometimes it's obvious why certain scripts couldn't get money or backing from major studios and so were released as indies. What is less clear in this case is how they got a couple of Oscar winners (Robbins and Hurt) to sign on. If you figure it out, let me know.

Reviews by people who have actually seen it:
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