The Drowning of Arthur Braxton

This is one of those that keep you waiting that something will happen. Bad script even worse directing done by the same person Luke Cutforth.

James Tarpey who plays Arthur Braxton is too good for this film.

I suspect this was Cutforth first realisation because he spends half the movie focusing on Tarpey, and his teen misery being bullied.

Cutforth next realisation must be the fact, that a good actor itself doesn't make a good story so he introduces a girl, without much personality or even a body (a fin would just be such a cliche! Wouldn't it?) a love story without conversations or chemistry (unless swimming lessons turn you on) and a mystery that makes absolute no sense.

He must have hoped that the disjointed, fragmented events and undeveloped characters together somehow will make sense, bringing meaning and conclusion to the film. Or if not, at least it will make this film an indie art movie by leaving the audience guessing.

I am not spoiling anything if i say that the film indeed left me guessing. If Cutforth had ben better to become a train driver?