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, it’s at times
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.
