The movie has been dedicated to Paul Mazursky, the great radiologist of American social interplay who died last year. But Swanberg is still murmuring where Mazursky could speechify, gesticulate, and shout, sometimes in the same sequence.
Conversations drift and weave, as do the people having them. Narcissistic melancholy dukes it out with beer-and-pot-stoked merriment. There is longing. There is foolhardiness.
While you're watching it, "Digging for Fire" may feel slight or tentative, but its cumulative impact is entrancing. Few films about a marital rift make so much of what seems so little.
While it has its charms, Swanberg is tilling soil here that has been churned since humanity began, and he doesn't come up with very much that's new.
"Digging for Fire" is a pleasant escape - an attractively shot, gracefully edited and, finally, emotionally satisfying mystery about the nature of marriage itself.
G. Allen Johnson
Unfortunately, for as much dialogue as "Digging for Fire" has, the film doesn't go into much depth about Tim and Lee's true feelings about marriage and their lives.
A happy couple's submerged tensions come to the surface in Joe Swanberg's tender, wildly imaginative comic drama.
With all the pretty, vapid Los Angeles navel-gazers lounging by swimming pools and engaging in pointless (and seemingly endless) conversations, the results feel like a sub-par Henry Jaglom movie, conceived on the quick after a location became available.
"Digging for Fire" wants to talk about serious topics and it wants to do so in a humorous light-hearted way. It succeeds.