As much as the process of watching this new work from hipster polymath, Miranda July, transported me to the verge of wanting to gouge my own eyes out with a melon baller, the more I think about it, the more I'm convinced it's an intelligent, astutely judged and ruthlessly self-effacing auto-critique. July, still looking every bit the Manga cartoon pixie brought to life, stars as an awkward, impulsive dance instructor who takes leave of her directionless, look-a-likey boyfriend (Hamish Linklater) to have a strange affair (more a piece of flirtatious, ad-infinitum role-playing) with a balding suburban widower. To add that proceedings are narrated by an ailing, helium-voiced cat should clarify that, unlike her previous indie hit, 'Me and You and Everyone We Know' (2005), this is a piece of all-out experimentation. One reading of this gratifyingly open film is that even though it embraces a surface level kook, it’s also about the art of (and emotional strain that comes with) maintaining a kooky facade. Kook in quote marks, if you will. Not a crowd-pleaser by any measure, but a mature, bold and recklessly inquisitive film, however unpleasant it is to consume in the moment.