daisukereds ** This review may contain spoilers for a movie that might not even be worth watching.Filled with dull and slow scenes. There was one I had to speed up because I knew exactly how it would end, and what I didn't know wasn't that interesting. This movie can be resumed in a sentence. A woman that claims comes from the future might be telling the truth, the end. There is nothing in between that is worth talking about, nothing stands out. The premise and the idea have been done properly in other movies. This isn't a must watch by any means. Doesn't answer questions, and worse of all, doesn't really leave you with anything. It isn't even interesting.

Neo Luo I ended up watching this film because I thought the premise was interesting. Two people attempt to penetrate a cult housing a self proclaimed traveler from the future.Honestly some sections were a bit slow, but not slow enough to lose focus. Sill I thought it was very well done, and draws parallels to faith and belief in our current society. The actors were convincing and I was enthralled the whole way through. Great break from the blockbusters out there, relying on concepts and ideas instead of flashy visual effects. Overall worth the watch, very open ended and will definitely leave you think thinking!

Dalbert Pringle For starters - I'd say that there were definitely 2 major shortcomings in Sound Of My Voice (SOMV, for sort) that prevented me from giving it more than a 5-star rating.(1) On a scale of 1-5, Maggie (though very attractive) only scored a disappointing 2, in my books, when it came to the overall magnetism of her charisma. This ripe, young woman clearly lacked the essential character dynamics to convince me (like she was trying to convince her faithful followers in the story) that she actually came even close to coming from the year 2054.(2) Regardless of SOMV having only a nothing-budget of just $135,000, this didn't, in any way, excuse the sometimes painfully dry quality of its storytelling.But, of course, with that said - I am not at all disappointed that I stuck with this bizarre, little film to the very end. 'Cause (in spite of its flaws and its questions left unanswered) at the point when Peter finally met privately with Maggie, that's when the intriguing twist in the story began to take on some real shape and turn into something worth paying attention to.

Robert J. Maxwell That rating -- seven -- is tentative because I nodded out about half way through. It was certainly not the fault of the film, which begins slowly but gradually turns fairly gripping.Two journalists -- a young couple -- decide to investigate a cult in Los Angeles, using spy cams and writing notes on the sly, while pretending to become devoted members. After they are introduced to the basics -- the complicated handshakes, the mandated pre-meeting shower, the wearing of flowing white garb -- they are introduced to "Maggie," who claims to be from the future, having been born in something like 2040.The male mole is Christopher Denham and he seems to enter the thrall of Maggie, weeping while she explores his past at a meeting, vomiting on cue, and so forth. He's accused by his partner, Nicole Vicius, of becoming brainwashed, but although his performances during the sessions are convincing, so are his explanations to Vicius - that it's all part of the act, designed to maintain rapport with the cult.Vicius finally decides that the rapport he's trying to achieve has more to do with Maggi than with the cult and she throws him out of her apartment on his behind. This is a reasonable enough conclusion on her part. Denham may be good at rationalization but Maggie is something else. She's play by Brit Marling, who also had a hand in the screenplay. You ought to see her. She has a fine figure, strong, arresting features, long tresses the color of a Van Gogh wheat field, and a soothing but penetrating FM-radio kind of voice. Any normal man would want to throw himself at her feet and grovel while licking her tarsals.However, she doesn't like cyncism and although she never obviously floods out with anger, she tosses out one poor Chinese kid who asks her to sing a song from the future. After she complies and comes up with some feel-good folksy tune, getting the whole group to sing along with her on the second run, the Oriental gentleman points out that this song was written in the 1990s. She has a ready explanation, she continues smiling, her mien remains unruffled, but boy does she get rid of that Wog kid fast.I was getting drowsy about the time she invited Denham into her private boudoir. I was hoping for the usual orgiastic coupling but instead, Maggie whips out a cigarette and tells Denham that either he kidnaps one of his eight-year-old students (he's a teacher) or he's blackballed. At that point, eurythmic breathing set in. This damned narcolepsy.Not being able to see the wind up was really a nuisance too. The story had a personal fascination built into it. For one thing, I'd known one of the girls who was a suicide in the Heaven's Gate Cult. For another I'd taught a seminar on cult behavior and nobody could come up with any consistent explanations for cult formation and recruitment. And the head of my committee in graduate school was the world's leading authority on institutionalized vomiting. Finally, with the exception of Brit Marling's magnetism, which her cock eyes and slight lisp only enhance, it was beginning to remind me a great deal of Ayn Rand's clique back in the 40s and 50s.If it's on again, I'll certainly try to catch it. It looked promising.