Miranda July flops with her directorial debut.
This rickety low fidelity romantic comedy is filled with distinctly unlikable characters and an unsubstantiated use of child sexuality that further clouds the film's morally rudderless course.
Writer-director-actor Miranda July's character fancies herself a conceptual artiste when she isn't romantically stalking strip mall shoe salesman John Hawkes.
John is fresh on the rebound from a recently separated wife with whom he shares responsibility for their two mulatto boys.
As the boys, aged roughly 7 and 14, engage in a warped type of cybersex with an unknown person, idiot Richard recovers from purposefully lighting his hand on fire with lighter fluid.
Common sense is nowhere to be found in this wrongheaded little movie.
Rated R. 95 mins.
