This hackneyed formulaic plot is haltingly over-acted with just a few moments of near-shine. The movie chronicles two happenstance one night standers who talk through an overnight session of every conceivable emotion. The male lead (Adam Pally) seems weak, ineffective, and unconvincing, while his counterpart female lead (Rosa Salazar) acts out her role in a small notch above that. One could use this movie as background noise while looking for something good to watch. Fast-forward to the end and miss nothing. The beginning promises an enjoyable flick, but that is quickly diminished once the actors begin sharing. There is no clue as to why, for example, actors are wearing robes one moment, and clothes the next. The film totters between a sanguine buildup and then a plop on its face, and this happens several times. Writers Seth Goldsmith and Charles Hood's best moments were leaving the end quasi-open, but even that has a hint of predictability. Disappointed in the film - not for night owls.
Review of Night Owls
