By Chris Wisniewski | Indiewire November 18, 2008 at 2:01AM
You would think that a cross-cultural, cross-religious lesbian romance should have enough built-in conflict to sustain an 80-minute feature, but Shamim Sarif's "I Can't Think Straight" slumps and stretches its way from its first uninspired set piece, an engagement party for Jordanian-Christian Tala (Lisa Ray), to its mildly embarrassing closing montage, cut to, natch, Jill Sobule's "I Kissed a Girl" (hello, 1995!). As with her other feature, "The World Unseen" (released to theaters earlier this month), Sarif adapts and directs her own novel here, with Ray and Sheetal Sheth playing the lead roles. For "I Can't Think Straight," she enlists the help of co-writer Kelly Moss, but to no avail: Sarif has crafted a movie with such paper-thin characterizations and so lacking in dramatic incident that it's frankly surprising that she was working from a novel at all -- much less one she wrote herself.
As the movie opens, Tala finds herself betrothed for the fourth time, after having broken three previous engagements on or near the scheduled wedding days. Her wealthy Christian parents throw her an elaborate engagement party, after which she leaves Jordan for London, where she meets Leyla (Sheth), the guarded Indian-Muslim girlfriend of her friend Ali (Rez Kempton). During their first encounter, Tala immediately shakes up Leyla's world with some banal provocations about religion. The next day, after a breathy, strenuous tennis match, it's clear the two have kindled a romance -- though they remain ostensibly oblivious to their nascent feelings.
Tala reads some of Leyla's prose and pronounces her a Major Talent; Leyla begs her parents to let her spend a weekend with Tala at Oxford. At this point, Leyla's spunky sister registers Leyla's excitement, notices her k.d. lang CDs (seriously), and puts two and two together. Yet Leyla refuses to acknowledge her sapphic desires until her Oxford weekend culminates in a sensual dance turned, in a flurry of rapid cuts and awkward close-ups, to soft kisses and heavy petting.
After their Oxford encounter their roles reverse, with bashful Leyla staking a bold claim to Tala's affection and her brash lover cracking under the pressure of social propriety. Tala insists on the impossibility of living as lesbians in their respective cultures, and indeed, both women are particularly burdened by unforgiving mothers who seem to embody those cultural constraints. Leyla's clings to tradition, mostly in the form of food. When one of her daughters makes Ethiopian bread, she counters, "We have Indian bread right here," while brandishing some naan. Tala's mother, meanwhile, is essentially the villain. As the movie opens, she snaps at one of her servants, "If I want your opinion, I'll give it to you!" After the Oxford weekend, she flies Tala's fiance in to drive a wedge between her daughter and Leyla.
Despite the relative demonization of both mothers, all the talk of the cultural consequences of queerness never actually yields dramatic payoff. Tala and Leyla come out to their parents in fleeting scenes that are played mostly for laughs, and afterwards, Sarif drops those narrative threads almost completely. "I Can't Think Straight" is pretty much a comedy -- albeit not a very funny one -- and while there's nothing wrong, in principle, with the lightness of its touch, its pat comedic resolution, after so much hemming and hawing from Tala, ends up feeling glib. The film's tone problems are compounded by Sarif's unimaginitive visual sensibility and heavy reliance on montage to cover dramatic ellipses and elisions. Still, if "I Can't Think Straight" isn't very good -- and frankly, it isn't -- it is, at the very least, mostly inoffensive.
[Chris Wisniewski is a Reverse Shot staff writer, a regular contributor to Publishers Weekly, and director of education at the Museum of the Moving Image.]