Daniel Zolghadri and Lubna Azabal in 'Hot Water.' Alfonso Herrera Salcedo/Courtesy of Sundance Share on Facebook Share on X Google Preferred Share to Flipboard Show additional share options Share on LinkedIn Share on Pinterest Share on Reddit Share on Tumblr Share on Whats App Send an Email Print the Article Post a Comment A mother-son road movie more laced with humor than laden with trauma, Hot Water marks a warm and sensitive, if not entirely satisfying, debut feature from Ramzi Bashour. There's an undeniable familiarity that nips at the heels (or wheels?) of the film as it traverses classic American landscapes alongside its protagonists, a tightly wound Lebanese woman (Lubna Azabal) and her turbulent, U.S.-raised teenager (Daniel Zolghadri). We've been here before - in this situation, with these types, against these backdrops. Every year at Sundance, to be exact. Related Stories Movies Conversion Therapy Becomes the Monster in Chilling Sundance Horror Flick Movies How Jon Hamm and John Slattery Reunited for David Wain's Sundance Comedy (Where They Play Jon Hamm and John Slattery) Hot Water The Bottom Line Warm and sweet, if not entirely satisfying. Venue: Sundance Film Festival (U.S. Dramatic Competition)Cast: Lubna Azabal, Daniel Zolghadri, Dale Dickey, Gabe FazioDirector-writer: Ramzi Bashour 1 hour 37 minutes Luckily, the leads are good company, and there's just enough in Hot Water that feels fresh and personal to lift it above dreaded indie staleness. Bashour has a light touch, an aversion to exposition, histrionics and overt sentimentality, that serves the material well. If the film's modesty, its glancing quality, is a strength, it's also a limitation. There's a nagging sense that the writer-director is just skimming the surface of his characters, their relationship to each other and to the country they live in. The Syrian-American Bashour knows these people and their story in his bones - the movie has several autobiographical elements - but he doesn't always translate that depth of understanding to the screen. The problem is an excess of tact - a reluctance to really dive into the ideas simmering here, to allow the central pair's experience of forced proximity on the open American road to palpably complicate or illuminate their respective identities and points of view. As pleasant, and occasionally poignant, as Hot Water is, it never commits fully to either its comedy or the emotions that often feel assumed rather than earned. And Bashour is not yet a sophisticated enough filmmaker to conjure richness of meaning with the narrative and visual economy of a Debra Granik, a Kelly Reichardt or an Eliza Hittman, to name (perhaps unfairly) some American neo-realist touchstones to emerge from Sundance. Hot Water is Bashour's third collaboration with writer-director Max Walker-Silverman: The latter is a producer here, while Bashour composed the music for Walker-Silverman's quiet soul-stirrer A Love Song and edited his more ambitious but less affecting follow-up, Rebuilding. Theirs is a softer, fuzzier regional cinema than the aforementioned auteurs' work, infused with a wistful belief in the redemptive promise of American community, as well as a reverence for the natural beauty we take for granted. In A Love Song and Rebuilding, the protagonists are rooted to the land in a way that Hot Water's Layal (Azabal), a foreign-born professor of Arabic at an Indiana college, is not. Layal's ambivalence toward her adopted home is a note of discordancy that the film never taps for its full dramatic potential - an example of how Bashour's gentle approach veers toward a sort of frictionless amiability. The movie is full of fleeting interpersonal clashes, but deeper social and political undercurrents are left largely unexamined. The catalyst in Hot Water comes when Layal's son Daniel (Zolghadri) attacks another student with a hockey stick, getting himself expelled from the high school that's already held him back twice. Out of options and patience, Layal decides to drive Daniel out to Santa Cruz to live with his father and finish out his senior year. Cue the procession of sunbaked cornfields, plains dotted with wind turbines, snow-capped mountains, craggy red rock, and the neon pageantry of the Vegas Strip. The expected stops at motels, diners and gas stations are punctuated by Layal's fraught phone calls back to Beirut, where her sister reports on their mother's declining health. Hot Water ambles along agreeably, buoyed by the believably fluid dynamic between Layal and Daniel. The filmmaker and his performers don't overplay the fractiousness; there's tension in their relationship, but also teasing affection, respect and a push-pull of aggravation and amusement that is the near-universal dance of parents and teenagers. Daniel gets a kick out of winding his mom up and watching her go off; she chastises him for bad choices and ribs him for not speaking better Arabic. Bashour and DP Alfonso Herrera Salcedo favor straightfo