Some casualties of war are hidden in plain sight. Jesus Feliciano (telenovela hunk Arquette) is a Marine corporal returning from Iraq to the L.A. trailer park where he lives with his sexpot wife (Mota) and precocious seven-year-old daughter (Lynum). Hoping military service would earn him U.S. citizenship, he hadn’t counted on recurring hallucinations of dead Iraqis and sinister American colonels, all symptoms of PTSD. Sadly, director Carl Colpaert is so taken with staging Jesus’s paranoid (and sometimes absurd) visions that he loses sight of the very real human drama underneath. (Opens Fri; Village East.)—Tom Beer