This clearly independent film is centered around a unique and quirky character "Polly" (Sheila McCarthy). Polly has somehow managed to survive until the age of 30 (that's how old she seems) without having any particular skills and with what seems to be a slightly lower than average level of intelligence.
For part of the movie she lives in fantasies of what she thinks/hopes/wants/imagines/dreams of what could happen in her incredibly dull existence. This is while she works as a secretary for the sophisticated, beautiful "Gabrielle" (Paule Baillargeon) who runs an art gallery. Why Gabrielle hires someone as incompetent as Polly remains a mystery. At any rate, while the culturati drift in and out of Gabrielle's gallery, Polly, who is an amateur photographer, imagines that she too could have her photos on display at the gallery and one day sends them in, not identifying herself.
Gabrielle tosses them out. Polly later discovers some truth behind one of Gabrielle's most important works of art (a bizarre glowing square) and grows a backbone and finally stands up for herself.
That's essentially the story. Oh, Gabrielle is a lesbian and has an on/off again relationship with "Mary" (Ann-Marie MacDonald). This "B" story floats through the main story and intrigues Polly, who seems essentially asexual.
While there are moments of whimsy, sweetness and humor, this is not that interesting of a film, despite some inexplicable 10-star ratings.
It might be light fun for a rainy afternoon, but that's about it.
3 out of 7 found this helpful