A movie that raises more questions than it answers lends itself perfectly to a review that starts with a quiz:
1. Which of these phenomena can be seen in the movie “H.”?
a. Large ovoid snowballs that may contain fetuses.
b. The violent smothering of a helpless inanimate object.
c. Barware that shatters spontaneously.
2. Who is craziest?
a. A woman named Helen who sets her alarm to wake her at 4:50 a.m. for an intimate feeding session with her creepily lifelike baby doll.
b. Another Helen, this one pregnant, who embraces her partner in art and life with a brutality that leaves them both bloodied.
c. A guy, probably not named Helen, who explodes into maniacal laughter upon seeing a mammoth disembodied head (presumably once part of a classical statue) that was pulled from the Hudson River.
Troy, N.Y., in terminally crepuscular winter, is depressing enough without broken glass or dismembered statuary. And this being a Troy replete with Helens, the equine cameos that rear their heads should be no surprise. But “H.” would have you believe that an enormously bright and completely unexplained explosion sets off a series of equally inexplicable events when it’s clear that these Trojans were (how to say it kindly?) atypical from the start.
A clever film written and directed by Rania Attieh and Daniel Garcia, “H.” keeps the viewer watchful, waiting for it to splatter into a familiar horror plot or spin off into an alien abduction.
Lucky for us, the hyperlocal TV news reports every sneeze, disappearance, group coma and seeming violation of the laws of physics, providing a wealth of clues. Making sense of them as a whole, however, might not be desirable or even possible.
Oh, and all the quiz items do appear in the movie, but the craziness question is your call entirely.