After about 10 minutes, you know this film is going nowhere. It wants to be deep, meaningful, clever, and heartfelt, yet it is none of those things. Whatever it's going for metaphorically doesn't come together. The whole is less than the sum of it's parts, most of which are repetitive and boring. Many of the actors are good, but what they're given to say and do is, in the final analysis, just silly. Ending with a recitation of part of Walt Whitman's "Song of Myself" is neither brilliant nor clever; it's a failed attempt to work the film out of a self-imposed cage. That so many critics think this is brilliant is sad and demonstrates that being gimmicky is sufficient to impress people who should know better.
