The fine “Tony Takitani” aside, there are good reasons why some consider Haruki Murakami’s fiction resistant to film adaptation. They need look no further for evidence than “All God’s Children Can Dance,” in which Murakami’s tale about an excessively well-endowed son’s quest for his real father becomes a gloppy exercise in imitation Wong Kar Wai. If the impossible dialogue (“God gave me this huge cock”) isn’t enough to sink pic, then studied perfs and pretentious direction by Robert Logevall are. First English-language feature translation of a Murakami will intrigue suitors, with cable and vid sales being the best bet.
Kengo (Jason Lew) seems barely motivated to work in Glen’s (Tzi Ma) copy shop, but he’s certainly obsessed with questioning his mother’s (Joan Chen) insistence that his birth father was none other than God. Throughout a moody, dreamy day and night in Los Angeles’ Koreatown, Kengo thinks he’s found a possible love interest (Sonja Kinski) and his actual dad (John Fleck, oddly cast). Then again, maybe not.