Peter Sarsgaard
“THE SOUND OF SILENCE” My rating: C+
87 minutes | MPAA rating:
Before it goes off the philosophical rails and disappears up its own nether regions, “The Sound of Silence” casts an eerie spell.
Our protagonist is acoustic specialist Peter Lucian (Peter Sarsgaard), a self-described “house tuner.”
Peter is paid to visit the apartments of his fellow New Yorkers, bringing a suitcase filled with tuning forks and tape recorders. His job is to study the “sound environment,” identifying and eliminating aural anomalies that may be responsible for sleeplessness, anxiety, and a whole host of psycho-physical modern maladies.
For instance, he may discover that the musical voice of a client’s heating system creates dissonance when heard in conjunction with the imperceptible sounds emitted by an electric toaster. Time to get a new Sunbeam.
Sounds like woo-woo, but Peter has recently been written up in The New Yorker. So there.
Michael Tyburski’s debut film (the screenplay is by Ben Nabors) is nothing if not out there. In mood and overall story arc it bears more than a little resemblance to “The Conversation,” Francis Ford Coppola’s 1974 classic about a sound technician whose specialty is surreptitiously recording conversations under impossible circumstances.
Peter is pretty much obsessed with his inquiries. He often walks through Manhattan wearing sound-cancelling earphones; at other times he stands in public places twanging his tuning forks and taking acoustic readings.
He’s studying “harmonic resonance,” all so that he can develop a sort of unified field theory of sound. His research has already drawn the attention of an industrialist (Bruce Altman) who has big plans to monetize it, but Peter is a purist. His dream is to have all his findings published in a scholarly journal. Only then will he consider the commercial applications.
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