Daniel J. Gordon, Karen LeBlanc and Clark Johnson are Boy.Nurse.Fighter.
NURSE.FIGHTER.BOY (Charles Officer). 93 minutes. Opens Friday (February 6). For venues and times, see Movies. Rating: NN
The lightweight Nurse.Fighter.Boy seems more concerned with soundtrack selection than drama. People frequently pause to listen to conscious reggae and hip-hop while lumbering along on an uneventful magic-realist journey to a foreseeable conclusion.
The titular nurse, Jude (Karen LeBlanc), is a single Toronto mother who dotes on her sweet-natured son Ciel (Daniel J. Gordon) and suffers from sickle cell anemia. Meanwhile, a reclusive boxer named Silence (Clark Johnson) fights rounds in underground rings. When an injury sends him to the hospital, his brief encounter with Jude sparks a slow (and I mean slooow) romance that's as anemic as the nurse herself. With characters this flat, relationships seem based on nothing more than musical tastes.
Director Charles Officer has style to spare, with his contrasting caramel and cold-blue filters and carefully planned compositions, but he doesn't have much of a story to hang it on. His talents - and those of his capable cast - are wasted on a film in which everybody seem to be looking for something to do while waiting for something to happen.
The film takes its title to heart. A bunch of nouns. No verbs. And by the time the drama finally hits, you've tuned out.