Nobody Walks directed by Ry Russo-Young Magnolia Pictures, 2012 Nobody Walks opens beneath a flight pattern, glaring under warm California sun.  In the airport parking garage, twenty-three year old Brooklyn émigré Martine (Olivia Thirlby) disinterestedly kisses a man.  We presume they’re lovers, but get a small twist, all before opening credits roll over the ride from LAX to Silverlake.  It’s an apt start to a film that views Los Angeles as a wood-paneled utopia in perpetual soft focus.