Take this, all of you, and eat . . .

First, a moment of silence for the Criterion's premovie jazz mix--and that's the last silence we'll have, since they've gone to really loud promotional crap, just like the suburban multiplexes.

Sound of My Voice

Crit

I gotta admit: a messiah looking like Brit Marling would have a pretty good chance of getting me to do whatever she wanted, up to and including felony kidnapping. This is a brilliantly structured film, starting with the implausible (she's from the future, and she's going to take her cultists to "a safe place"), tardily rolling out the plausible (she's a small-time crook, wanted up north), but playing just enough blue notes to make the implausible if not exactly plausible at least seductive, especially for those predisposed to seduction. And then when the plot turn promises to bring us (and the wavering protagonist Peter [Christopher Denham]) to the point where we have to choose once and for all, roll end credits.

For unconscionably and ethereally beautiful Marling, this is the second oddly compelling film in a year (with Another Earth) that she has cowritten and starred in. Not just another pretty face. But certainly that, in case I haven't made it clear.

Trailers

• Få meg på, for faen (Turn me on, dammit!)--Young Norwegians in heat; I've read good things about this.
• Ruby Sparks--Oh, hells yeah: Paul Dano plays Pygmalion with a typewriter, and Zoe Kazan (who wrote the screenplay) is his Galatea. Directed by Little Miss Sunshine's Jonathan Dayton and Valerie Faris.