This is a truly hideous movie. The screenplay (by writer-director Noah Stern) is utterly pretentious, the black & white cinematography looks awful, the music is annoying, and absolutely nothing happens — just two junkies in a ratty apartment, talking. If Jude & Joy’s conversations were intelligent or witty, maybe this films would be worth watching, but they’re not, and it isn’t. Imagine Before Sunrise, only if Ethan Hawke and Julie Delpy had nothing interesting to say and spent all their time in one room rather than touring Vienna.

Nothing about it rings true. For people supposedly detoxing, neither Jude nor Joy seem particularly sick. They manage to eat for perhaps weeks on end thanks to a friendly pizza delivery man who’s willing to give them food in exchange for little collectibles (since they have no money to pay.) The pizza delivery man sounds like an American doing a bad French accent.

The one and only thing The Invisibles has going for it is that, for a $10,000 movie, it’s remarkably well cast. Michael A. Goorjian plays Jude and Portia de Rossi is Joy. They’re good. Why they agreed to be in this piece of garbage, however, I have no idea.