Years of working as a film critic have given me some sort of special mutant superpower to see deep into the cinematic future. That little cough in the first act will surely be a terminal illness in the last, and that seemingly casual close-up of the keys on the counter will be the crucial prop when the killer shows up 40 minutes later.
Mopey indie romance "Song One," however, requires no such exertion of superpowers. Franny — a graduate student doing fieldwork in Morocco, played by Anne Hathaway with a bob cut and a name lifted from a J.D. Salinger story — rushes home to New York City after her wannabe musician brother Henry is hit by a car and put into a coma. (One thing you will take away from this film: Don't cross the street while wearing headphones, duh.)
Franny tries various things to bring him out of the coma, her biggest move being tracking down Henry's No. 1 idol — indie folk singer James Forrester (actual musician Johnny Flynn) — who drops by the hospital to sing one of Henry's songs in an attempt to wake him up.