An ambitious but adolescent lament about the harsh realities of modern life, Shoja Y. Azari’s “Windows” takes a single conceit and sticks to it passionately through 10 vignettes — each done in a single shot and through some manner of portal (picture window, prison bars, etc.). Eventually, it all feels a bit forced. Play will likely be limited to festivals, although its less-than-mature observations could give it life among the young, angry and/or indignant.
Azari’s attractively shot movie does have things to say. Her first sequence, “The Phoenix,” finds an aging jazz saxophonist in a posh room, playing a prolonged solo to the point of exhaustion. Only when he struggles to his barred window and glimpses a street mission and a sleeping vagrant does he regain the strength to play. This is followed, however, by a mini-drama in which a woman is gang-raped outside a picture window (it seems to be set in the middle of Central Park) while the couple inside gets weepy watching “An Affair to Remember.”