In this indulgently feel-bad indie, Philip Seymour Hoffman plays a website designer incapacitated by grief over his wife's suicide. He's a walking lump of a man who can't bear to do anything, really, except sniff gasoline, which eventually leads him to the arcane world of model-airplane aficionados. While Hoffman acts the hell out of the role, Love Liza doesn't so much dramatize one character's process of mourning as string together arbitrarily strange scenarios that allow a performer to perform.

