Touchy Feely review

One of the dangers of going for intimate is ending up inward-looking. Such is the problem facing writer/director Lynn ( Humpday ) Shelton’s modest dramedy.

Siblings Rosemarie DeWitt and Josh Pais suffer strange, thematically related quirks: he’s an uptight dentist who develops healing hands, she’s a new-age masseuse who can’t bear to touch people.

Despite charming support from Ellen Page and Scoot McNairy, and a few chuckles, the characters’ bourgeois concerns fails to trip the give-a-shit switch, and the most memorable moment is Andrew Bird’s ‘Skin Is, My’ over the credits.