I'm not sure why Open Window is here at Sundance. It's not just that it's downright craptastic; it's also one of the least innovative films I've ever seen at any film festival. An LA photographer (Robin Tunney, in yet another role unworthy of her talents) is raped. Her professor-husband feels enraged that he didn't protect her. She heals herself slowly through therapy and heart-to-hearts with her wacky, well-meaning parents (Elliott Gould in his now-standard role as cuddly big daddy; Cybill Shepherd, adrift in a badly written role and a sea of badly administered Botox). He heals himself through therapy and by reconciling with his unforthcoming father. Sepia-toned flashbacks to the rape: check. Confrontations with overbearing mother: check. A big breakthrough scene with a Good Mommy shrink: check. The death of a sideline character: check. The inevitable confrontation with the rapist himself: check. A mournful electric guitar soundtracking every emotional revelation: check. A main character driving his car against a big sky: check. Waste of a talented cast: check, check, check. Coming soon to a Landmark theater near you? Uh, try Lifetime TV, this time next year.