If you can swallow one more amnesia plot and one more recycling of favorite bits from Godard’s Bande a part, pressed to serve yet another postmodernist antithriller about redemption, this has its compensations (1994). Even if the usually enjoyable Hal Hartley seems more at home on Long Island than in New York City, his chosen turf here, and Martin Donovan seems less comfortable than he did in Hartley’s Trust, the weird and wonderful Elina L

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