Director Henry Alex Rubin’s Disconnect could be
called Internet Crash, for like Paul Haggis’ 2004 Best Picture Oscar
winner, it is an overwrought ensemble film about everything terrible that can
happen to people--in this case because of cyberspace rather than racism. Like Crash, this movie
will probably divide audiences into two camps: those who find it an articulate,
well-crafted meditation and those who find it an insipid, melodramatic mess.
Myself, I’m in the middle--just as I was with Crash. While Disconnect features
some fine performances and excellent individual scenes, it is relentlessly
bleak and strains credibility as the intertwined stories build to their
simultaneous climaxes.