After a promising opening--a genuine sense of tension and mystery--SOUND OF MY VOICE crumbles under the weight of a pretentious script, annoying leads (Christopher Denham, especially), and a plot structure which suggests nothing so much as a bad TV pilot; a shame, because there are moments in the directing and in Brit Marling's (nicely enigmatic) performance as the alleged time traveler that show what this could have been. Intended as the first part of a trilogy; the sequels may flesh it out.

A movie about a couple that wants to make a documentary filmed using a crappy digital camera -- some meta-ness going on there? Anyway, this movie rests solely on Brit Marling and she does a good job being pretty and captivating. It's just a shame that it feels a bit too underdeveloped and brief, especially with the abrupt climatic ending. Even though Martha Marcy May Marlene was a bit of a mess, it's the better recent "cult" movie. Hey look, I'm Armond White, comparing movies.