11 Minutes has too many lines and too few hooks

 

The fundamental question any film must ask itself is, “Why tell this story?”

In the case of 11 Minutes, the twenty-fifth film from Polish director Jerzy Skolimowski, the problem is exacerbated: why tell these stories, any of them?

Why tell the story of ambivalent blonde actress (Paulina Chapko), the intense, insinuating casting agent (Richard Dormer) looking to bed her, or her wounded husband (Wojciech Mecwaldowski), who spends the film stalking stylized hotel corridors in search of her?…