Too Late: ambition, even when not fully realized, should be commended. Dennis Hauck makes two notable aesthetic choices to tell his story (more on that later), and he almost pulls it off. It’s a good story overall, even if some elements fit a bit too perfectly; it ends up somewhat self-conscious, mostly due to the dialogue, which tries too hard to have memorable exchanges and end up just sounding like lines from a movie. It does not help that, for the most part, the acting is suspect. John Hawkes is far from the problem, quite the opposite; he deals with the artificial dialogue like a champ, making it sound like music (there is some of that as well). Out of the other performers, Crystal Reed is the one that fares better, as she has better dialogue and a sweet rapport with Hawkes; Dichen Lachman is not too bad either, but everyone else’s performance is cringeworthy. The film is presented in non-chronological order, which gives the story a greater emotional punch while not making it any harder to comprehend. The other choice is to have each part of the film unfurl (for the most part) in one extended take: cinematographer Bill Fernandez’s camera dances nicely around the actors within many spaces, and if his work is not flawless, it’s nevertheless still quite good. The combination may be a tad precious, but the result is nevertheless entertaining.