I’m starting to dislike films that sell themselves with the tagline: “Love is where you least expect it.” Isn’t it about time we retire that line? Yellow Handkerchief arrives as yet another indie road flick featuring characters very different from one another on the outside, but similar on the inside. It’s pretty to watch (thanks to great camerawork from Chris Menges), but the film never really soars above “That was a nice moment,” and into must-see territory. However, superb performances from the four leads lend Handkerchief enough charm to leave those watching with a smile … and an odd desire to visit Louisiana.

William Hurt stars as an ex-con named Brett, who, after six years in prison, stumbles back out into the world with a sense of purpose. Soon after his release, Brett winds up hitching a ride with Gordy (Eddie Redmayne), a kind-of-slow outcast heading down to New Orleans. Joining the men, after watching last night’s fling hook up with another girl, is Martine (Kristen Stewart) — a fidgety gal with massive father figure issues. Because of her sour relationship with Pops, Martine desperately attempts to latch onto men who show the slightest interest, and when Gordy fires up a conversation with her, it’s enough for Martine to forget about the last guy and jump into a convertible with the next one. Thus, our three strangers head out for a ride to escape their problems — and jaded pasts — but ultimately wind up banding together to confront the purple elephant in the corner and wash away their damaged souls.

While Gordy and Martine are fascinating (yet familiar) characters to watch, the real story centers on Brett. Why was he in prison? What is he running from? Who is he running from? Through well-shot and well-placed flashbacks, we learn Brett was romantically involved with a woman (Maria Bello) who may or may not have something to do with his prison time. Needless to say, by the time the flashbacks work up to the present, we’re presented with one pretty good reveal and an ending that’s a tad too forced, but warm and welcoming at the same time.

Hurt is excellent in his role, and he’s what really gives this film a good go at “above mediocre.” His ex-con is one that’s bitter, quiet and respectful — but you wouldn’t want to cross him in any way, shape or form. He takes the kids under his wing, acting as the father figure neither has — while they take the place of the children Brett wanted, but didn’t get. And this entire story plays out while the three meander through Louisiana, though we never know where they are in relation to where they started, nor do we know where they’re heading. A clear and distinct target — something to help out those of us not familiar with Louisiana — might have helped reign in the story’s loose ends a bit. Additionally, not enough time is spent on fleshing out Martine and Gordy, the latter of which really deserves his own film (he reminded me of a Forest Gump-type kid who finds himself in one adventure after the next).

Yellow Handkerchief marks director Udayan Prasad’s first American film, and he definitely proves enough skill to continue churning out the English-language fare. Then again, he’s given some tremendous help in Menges’ camerawork. From the lush landscapes of Louisiana to post-Katrina disaster to the urban jungle, the locations change as our characters grow. The film would’ve benefited from a leaner script and more concrete goals, and as it stands, Yellow Handkerchief is just another quiet character piece that may make its way to theaters in limited release, but won’t cause any waves.