Cleft Lip

Oedipus revisited -by a cast of virtually unknowns and bit part actors who stare a great deal and do little else.

All the fuss and commotion and all he had to do was send a sample to a DNA lab - instead he walked a lot - stared a lot - and I mean A LOT. Pointless camera shots of empty elevators that went on and on - parks - nights in the city - trees in the wind.

I don't know what particular significance the title had.

I have no idea what relevance his surrogate mother had.

This seemed like an art house production - with all of that genre's pretentious pointless incomprehensible idea of what constitutes intelligence.

Avoid.