Time Out of Mind

Like 2013’s Robert Redford stranded-at-sea drama All is Lost, Time Out of Mind features a near-silent performance from a classic movie star in a stripped-down, atmospheric indie about survival. In this case, the headliner is Richard Gere, sporting a scraggly gray beard, matching closely cropped hair, and an overcoat and scarf that seem to be perpetually pulled tight against his neck—save for when his character George sells those items for a few bucks at a local pawn shop. George is homeless, and writer-director Oren Moverman’s film charts his day-to-day with quiet, precise attentiveness; Moverman follows George as he sleeps on New York City benches, eats out of garbage cans, dozes in hospital waiting rooms, and spies on a young bartender, Maggie (Jena Malone), whom he then has a stranger give a series of photographs which bring her to tears.
From the pained look of longing and shame on George’s face as he watches Maggie from afar, it’s clear she’s his daughter, but for the better part of its first half, Time Out of Mind wholly ignores any semblance of a conventional plot. Instead, taking its cue from the more experimental works of Gus Van Sant (Gerry, Elephant and Last Days in particular), its primary interest is in fully inhabiting the same spaces as George. As he sits on park benches, or passes by shops as he slouches his way from nowhere to nowhere, Moverman focuses on the sounds swirling around George’s dazed, frazzled head—a cacophony of car horns, news radio broadcasts, construction work clatter, and the chitter-chatter of New York City’s bustling inhabitants, including its homeless and destitute souls.
By emphasizing this naturalistic soundscape, Moverman creates a powerful sense of time and place, even as he keeps virtually all details about his story oblique, including what year it is, why George is in this wretched state, and what happened between him and his daughter. The director is after something like a transportive sort of cinema, one that allows complete immersion in another person’s shoes. And for long stretches, Time Out of Mind proves so attuned to its protagonist’s haziness and his loud, busy, and yet lonely milieu that it proves a gripping example of experiential cinema.