An indie movie on one of the favorite subjects of indie movies — the idea that you can’t go home again — Wendall Adams’ “Draftdodging” concerns the frequently absurd efforts of a twentysomething Manhattan yuppie to rediscover his “roots” in rural New Hampshire. Pic is nowhere near as charming or funny as Derek Simonds’ similar “Seven and a Match,” which played the fest circuit extensively last year. That said, pic has a number of gently amusing scenes and at least one really bright idea, about the inability of Generation X (or is it Generation Y?) to be “men of action” in the way that their parents were. Pic should have no trouble rounding out fest programs, but won’t travel very far beyond.
Bolstered by its appealing, easy-to-relate-to premise and excellent music supervision, “Draftdodging” is hamstrung by some stiff and inadequate performances (particularly by the blank Anson Scoville in the lead; thankfully, the supporting players, including Eaton himself, have a bit more oomph) and by a disposition for gimmicky set pieces over real character probing. Long before film reaches its schmaltzy conclusion, it has run out of steam and become desperate for ideas.