Aheroin-stuffed hipster buys a dog, eats Vietnamese food and sells drugs to pay for rehab in “Fix,” the latest piece of cine-junk stamped out by the indie fakedocumentary factory. A filmmakerv (Tao Ruspoli, who also cowrote and directed) and his girlfriend spend a day filming as they pick up his addict brother from prison. He needs to raise $5,000 the same day so he can buy himself a place at a rehab clinic that seems unlikely to do him much good in the first place.

Playing the girlfriend of the filmmaker, Olivia Wilde has a part that is at first thankless (she whines that she wants to make a documentary about the prison system, not a lone jerk), then improbable (she suddenly becomes a willing drug dealer).

The film, shot on location in an LA full of thinly imagined wouldbe colorful types, depends entirely on the performance of Shawn Andrews as the addict, but his supposed rebel charisma is merely a collection of tired affectations (tats, cigarette parked behind ear, three-day beard, low-IQ smile). Dialogue: “These are my boys.” “Nada, homes!” “Max is gonna save a brother from incarceration, aren’t you Max?” He does have one idea we can all agree on, though: He hates himself.

Running time: 93 minutes. Not rated (profanity, sexual situations, drug abuse). At the Village East, Second Avenue at 12th Street.

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