At the beginning of Every Thing Will Be Fine, writer Tomas accidentally kills a young boy while driving. The film follows his ups and downs, and everyone he meets along the way, as he comes to terms with the pain he has caused.

One day, James Franco will reveal that his whole career has been one giant practical joke and we’ll feel really stupid. Until that day comes, we have to suffer through more of his half-hearted yet somehow overwrought performances. You know who isn’t half-hearted and overwrought? Rachel McAdams, who is underused in this film.

Franco’s weird acting aside, Every Thing Will Be Fine is stuffy and drawn out. The script is silly and no one reacts in a way that makes sense. Upon first glance, it seems like a deep and meditative film about the passage of time and the daily struggle to live with one’s self. But in actuality, this is a movie that no one should be subjected to.

As it is directed by Wim Wenders, it looks great; it is also worth mentioning that the score is noticeably beautiful. Beyond that, the film has little to offer.