A tortured artist who some viewers wouldn’t mind pitching in to torture further is at the hollow center of “Invisible.” As random as a spin round the radio dial, tale of an unpleasant musician obsessed with finding an enigmatic woman reps an unremarkable feature debut for former Cahiers du Cinema editor Thierry Jousse. If one likens pic to an LP with only one good track, lone “hit” is vet Michael Lonsdale as a nosy concierge. Music-themed fests may lend an ear.
Ill-mannered Bruno’s (Laurent Lucas) composing style consists of layering sampled sounds, including voices lifted from a telephone party line for people in search of anonymous sex partners. Although Bruno is supposed to be preparing an album for producer Carole (successful singer and occasional thesp Lio), he’s determined to locate Lisa (Margot Abascal), with whom he’s had faceless sex in total darkness. What should be titillating is merely annoying, however, since Bruno is a temperamental jerk. A visual exploration of the search for new sounds could be intriguing — and much of the soundtrack has freestanding musical merit — but this pic hits way too many false notes.