Although occasionally visually arresting and atmospheric in its own weird way, Zaza Rusadze's debut is a mostly baffling blend of small-town drama, homoerotic longing and rock climbing.
Ambitions exceed grasp on both story and filmmaking levels in “A Fold in My Blanket,” a debut for Georgian-born, Europe-based writer-helmer Zaza Rusadze. Although occasionally visually arresting and atmospheric in its own weird way, the pic attempts to blur a character’s fantasies with reality, resulting in a mostly baffling blend of small-town drama, homoerotic longing and rock climbing. “Blanket” will remain tightly tucked up on the fest circuit at best.After some time abroad, Dmitrij (Tornike Bziava) has returned to the small burg in Georgia where he grew up, and has taken a part-time job at the local courthouse where his stern father (Zura Kipshidze) is a judge. At a gathering of family and old friends, Dmitrij reconnects with Andrej (Tornike Gogrichiani), a friend from childhood. Dmitrij tries to turn Andrej on to the joys of rock climbing, and a frequently replayed scene in a cave suggests something mysterious happens on one expedition, but then that might just be Dmitrij’s daydream. Various older characters shuffle about, but the whole never coalesces into the Lynchian weirdfest it clearly wants to be. Lensing looks nice at least.