I really expected to not like this movie. I expected it to be too cutesy, too self-consciously in love with its own whimsical self. Miranda July, with her video-art background, seemed like the annoying hispter girl who takes pictures of clouds and paints her toenails rainbow colored. She seemed like an American Audrey Tatou, really.
Which... she is, but somehow, she made a lovely movie anyway. A really profoundly lovely movie where she acknowledges that you might not like her, and then makes you like her anyway because she's so aware of what she's doing and who she is.
I really can't praise this movie enough. I liked every single moment, every note it struck. It was laugh-out-loud funny, it was sweet, it was scary, it was harsh. These are characters I wanted to spend more time with, to watch grow up and old, to see how they deal with the rest of their lives.
That's really what the movie is about, growing up and old and finding a way to deal with that, to have something to hold on to to make it through the long, strange trip.
Great film.
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