have some lovely poetic bit but be really just an artsy fartsy toss together with no direction or resolution . how do these people get through film school . who give them money to make this crap . could have be so much more and fine lead actor and and i always like fairuza balk and but come on and the alt rock metaphor of just star vacantly unable to find anything compelling be just so tired and and it sure doesn not make for good film . the director need to go away and live life for a good long while and not come back to the camera until they really have something to say . this be like the throw spaghetti at the wall school of art making and just juxtapose a bunch of earnest imagery and hope hope hope like hell that poetry emerges . that can work and if the director actually have any kind of vision and or have a brain that know when it in the presence of potential and but here it just space filler and of no consequence . i felt the lazy end come moment before it hit and and be yell you lazy bastard at the screen when the credit pop up .