It’s easy to look at director Bob Byington’s Infinity
Baby as a prototypical “film festival” movie. Shot in black and
white, featuring a who’s who of indie movie staples, at times it’s unbearably
twee, rides a quirky concept to the point of distraction, and is far more in
love with its own wit than it should be—Onur Tukel’s script isn’t nearly as
clever as it thinks it is. That’s not to say there aren’t merits, because there
are, but much of the first half borders on insufferable.
