It does nobody any favors to fixate on “Did teen Angie survive the car crash or are we watching her ghost?” in “My True Fairytale.” It’s entirely too obvious, no matter how much doubt writer-director D. Mitry tries to sew.
The film’s about our teen narrator’s (Emma Kennedy) vow to “save the world,” which means spending her time “fixing” the disconnect between parents and their lost or dismissed teen children. It sets out to be a weeper, and the odd heartfelt moment does break through.
But “insipid” shows up early and will not let go of this romantic mystery (not really) fantasy.
Angie and her pals are out for a reckless joyride, almost running over loner classmate Danni (Mark Daughtery). That’s right before she drives the SUV into the river.
What we have, the cop on the scene (Corin Nemec) tells Angie’s dad (Darri Ingolfsson), is “a three person wreck, with only ‘two’ accounted for.”
The grandparents who raised her (Joanna Cassidy and Bruce Davison) are upset, seemingly more torn up than her estranged father. But they’re all holding out hope that she got out of the car, dazed, and might still be found alive.
The relationships impacted by this crash include survivors Sarah (Morgan Lindholm) and the boyfriend (B.J. Mitchell) her remarried mother (Alyshia Ochse) doesn’t approve of — at all. Sarah’s divorced dad is the cop on the case, BTW.
Angie’s Dad Dean moved across the country to ignore her and avoid his parents, and he’s not communicating well with his LA girlfriend (Taylor Cole), either.
Danni’s workaholic single dad (Arnold Chun) is a real piece of work. And his car-service driver (Hector Hugo) is similarly clueless in dealing with his daughter (Juliana Destefano).
Can this “world” be saved?
The performances are uneven, with one over-arching cloud hanging over every single one of them. In trying to maintain a nearly non-existence “mystery,” everybody underplays the grief that would dominate any version of this scenario in the real world.
“Best friends,” family and others would be distraught, and we rarely see that in the performances. There’s no urgency to any of this — not Angie’s voice-over mission, not the slow-walked police investigation to her disappearance.
Instead, there are “clues” and “sensy” pop and maudlin background music, including a piano piece meant to tie it all together.
All of which render the whole not affecting or uplifting, but insipid.
MPA Rating: unrated
Cast: Emma Kennedy, Darri Ingolfsson, Morgan Lindholm, B.J. Mitchell, Joanna Cassidy and Bruce Davison.
Credits: Scripted and directed by D. Mitry. A Gravitas Ventures release.
Running time: 1:25