Small, Beautifully Moving Parts

In “Small, Beautifully Moving Parts,” a bland, insistently amiable comedy that doubles as road movie, Anna Margaret Hollyman has to spend most of her scenes looking cutely vexed. You’d look vexed, too, if you had to act a scene involving a fantasy Skype conversation with the ultrasound image of your unborn child or another where you discuss your relationship with your mother with a rental-car GPS. It’s a tribute to how appealing Hollyman is — if Renée Zellweger were still Renée Zellweger, she’d be Hollyman — that she hardly ever gets annoying, which is more than can be said for the movie she stars in.