An intended “Memento”-like brain twister-cum-thriller, whose hero fears he’s part of a pharmaceutical experiment, “EMR” is a series of narrative left turns that exist largely for their own sake rather than in the service of any mystery-unlocking logic. Result is a busy but forgettable low-budget debut for co-writer-helmers James Erskine and Danny McCullough that suggests better things ahead. Tube gigs at home in the U.K. are likely, with minor chance of commercial exposure beyond.
Average-bloke Londoner Adam (Adam Leese) has a nondescript warehouse job where he’s oblivious to a female co-worker’s overtures. He’s more focused on Internet correspondence with an as-yet-unmet individual with whom he shares an enthusiasm for conspiracy theories. He plans to visit her soon in San Francisco. That event comes much sooner than expected, as Adam begins experiencing blackouts possibly related to his new epilepsy medication. Every time he passes out, he wakes up in either S.F. or England, unaware how he got there. Rather than building up clues, however, pic simply keeps tripping back and forth between locations, hoping protag’s disorientation will prove involving enough. It doesn’t, quite, though pic is fairly polished given limited means.