Eversmile, New Jersey Review

Carlos Sorin points a camera at Patagonia and finds the one thing here that works: flat roads, wind scoured settlements, a sky wide enough to make a motorcycle towing a dentist's chair look properly absurd. The premise is strong. A man crossing a continent to hand out free fillings and a gospel of oral hygiene should generate a comedy by itself.

Almost nothing is built on it. The script gives Fergus O'Connell no interior life and no coherent delusion to push against, so Day-Lewis plays him as a smiling blank, an accent and a posture with no pressure underneath, and the film keeps mistaking that vagueness for mystery. Mirjana Jokovic supplies the only live current as Estela, the young woman who attaches herself to the trip, because she at least wants something specific and says so.

Sorin cuts away from scenes before they develop, and the humor rarely rises above villagers reacting to a toothbrush. At 88 minutes it still feels padded, since a road movie with no destination and no argument is only driving. The late turn toward romantic sentiment between a grown man and a teenage girl is unearned and leaves a bad taste that the landscape cannot rinse out.