This film is interesting, if not necessarily entertaining,
and featured a number of bizarre but oddly realistic scenarios. First, the
affair which proves to be the pivotal moment for the rest of the story: faced
with self-reflection Miranda July’s character chooses instead to go for a sort
of easy, suspended reality which feels always like a dream. The little girl
burying herself, the bizarre crawling shirt, the dance which accompanies said
shirt and the father’s reaction to it, none of it feels real as if it were a
daydream. There is also her boyfriend’s strange obsession and friendship with
the very odd old man who shares his furniture; is the character supposed to be
a vision of himself in the future and if so why does he actually find it so
comforting? I mean, who would aspire to be the guy that sells a used hairdryer
and talks too much? Anyways, the film was odd and disjointed and featured
prominently a song by Beach House, so I’ll say that I was entertained even if
it don’t believe it to have been a very good movie.
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