This is basically a student level film. Andy Conlon might think he's a genius in writing, directing & starring in his opus, but his acting is woeful. It's like watching (and listening to) a wooden Indian recite lines. There's no tone or connection. He kind of looks half right - but he just can't act !
Apart from the late Alexander Anderson, only Georgie Hill shows any beguiling skill level as an actor. The rest of the cast are either over the top out of control, or simply mugging to camera.
The lack of budget shows mainly in the lighting. Most of it looks like a tennis court at night, or service station forecourt. The Art Department is the sort of thing you'd expect from a local church group "putting on a show". Commendable but amateur.
Oddly enough the storyline has possibilities and in the hands of a better team, something could have been made of it. The traumatized magician trying to rebuild his life ...who winds up serving drinks to the terminally ill whilst wearing a silk top hat & tuxedo ...and stumbles into romance with a strange nurse who plays mini golf - is worthy of David Lynch lite.
In general though, it's a classic case of over confidence by the crew & cast who made this. It would probably get a pass mark as a film school exercise, but it should never have been released commercially - anywhere, on any format.