The term “New Age-y” doesn’t have the best connotations, so director Eric Chaney was at a disadvantage with Indigo Children, a film about an adolescent romance based on the pseudoscientific concept that some children possess special or supernatural powers.
In the lazy days of a pastoral summer, Mark (Robert Olsen) notices that Christina (Isabelle McNally) has been unabashedly leering at him through the trees. The teenagers meet and begin a breezy romance predicated upon, at least to her, the fact that they are both indigos.
There’s nothing noticeably special about them, unless you count their whiny, listless personalities — can you be so stubbornly ordinary that you become something more?
Chaney attempts a dreamlike quality by alternating between footage of the young couple together, doing mostly nothing, with admittedly gorgeous scenes of their sylvan landscape. This works to a point, but after Christina has introduced the concept of being an indigo, the total evidential lack of it is more puzzling than interestingly mysterious. That could make for good cinema: Horror films utilize the idea of latent supernatural abilities (Carrie, The Fury), as does lighter, more whimsical fare (Restless, The Science of Sleep).
Chaney doesn’t explore that idea in any meaningful way, choosing mostly to skirt around it despite introducing it as an ostensibly important element (and titling his film after it).