I haven't been so disturbed by a character in a film, since Robert DeNiro played Travis Bickle in Taxi Driver. Robin Wright Penn is Phoebe, a woman traumatized by the events of 9/11. Ashade--played by Abdel Kechiche--is a devout Muslim man whose brother has been incarcerated by our government for suspicious activities.
We meet Ashade as he desperately tries to raise funds for a lawyer, in order to free his brother. His attraction to his brother's wife complicates matters, leaving him guilt-ridden and shameful. Events are set into motion when Phoebe, a woman on the brink, gets into his taxi.
The nuanced script, written and directed by Jeff Stanzler, builds tension perfectly as Ashade is drawn deeper into Phoebe's madness and escalating purpose. The helplessness of his situation is palpable. Penn's performance is pitch-perfect as Phoebe, a semi-psychotic woman, who is looking for a way to matter. She embodies Phoebe's restlessness, and need to be acknowledged, perfectly; alternating between normalcy, insanity, and curiously, kindness, beautifully. We are powerless as we watch Phoebe's ties to reality dissolve, tangling the desperate and gullible Ashade, further into her dysfunctional lies.
Penn's performance as Phoebe left me inexplicably anxious. Thought-provoking and disturbing, this film will haunt you long after the final credits.