Molly’s Theory of Relativity is an intentionally uncomfortable movie to watch. The fifth feature from Jeff Lipsky, this eccentric, often high-pitched family comedy might be described as a surreal, post-Freudian gabfest.
At times, Lipsky's storytelling is too cutely self-aware, trying too hard, making Molly's Theory of Relativity something of an intriguing, if not entirely successful, exoticism.
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Slant MagazineAndrew Schenker
Slant MagazineAndrew Schenker
The characters never sound like they're actually talking to one another, but rather delivering Jeff Lipsky's echo-chamber monologues.
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Village VoiceScott Foundas
Village VoiceScott Foundas
Lipsky is clearly reaching for something grand and cosmic here, but the results are mostly just confounding.
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Washington Post
Washington Post
The movie features not one, but two precocious children, a cloying stock character that should be used sparingly, if at all. And much of the dialogue sounds fake, veering alternately toward cutesy and overly cerebral.
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Time Out
Time Out
Here’s a mathematical formula for you: Take one overlong, nonsensical script; multiply it by terrible editing and design; then divide the whole thing by wooden performances. Voilà: You’ll have Jeff Lipsky’s unwatchable indie.
Molly’s Theory of Relativity is anti-cinema. All hope for any plot atrophies as Molly and her husband discuss their possible move to Norway with the wit and passion of a representative reading a tribute to Calvin Coolidge into the Congressional Record.