Initially clever and provocative, The Night Listener ends up seeming clumsy. A mystery story based on an Armistad Maupin novel, it's "inspired by true events," which means it's twice derived, based on a fictionalization of Maupin's own experiences. This makes for an intriguing focus on the artist's practice, as he makes up and also uses the lives of others; the film asks when this process turns selfish, and perhaps more importantly, self-deluding.
Tapping into recent public outrages over writers who lie (for instance, J.T. LeRoy and James Frey), the film's indictments are drearily unsubtle. Though the wonderful Sandra Oh, as Gabriel's accountant, provides welcome wit and level-headedness amid the hubbub, she's not on-screen nearly enough. She makes you realize that The Night Listener could have been sharper, and less dreary.