I have no idea in what realm this would be considered a "movie." While the young actor who plays "J" has a beautiful, haunted face and, with direction, might be someone fantastic in the future, and while the director captures beautiful scenes of nature, there is no story here.
A teen, J, is apparently left at home while his/her ("their") parents have gone to Poland on the day that his older sister and her Iranian boyfriend have come back to keep an eye on J. J is questioning his/her sexuality and is apparently taking some medications which, at some point, he/she will have to decide whether to continue to take.
In the midst of this story are bizarre, pointless scenes about the lives of older sister and boyfriend. The other actors in this film are flat and emotionless and are just saying lines they were given to recite. Nothing happens.
Suddenly, about mid-way through we find ourselves at the home of the Iranian boyfriend's aunt who is throwing a party. There is some veiled concern about how to refer to the sister's "sibling."
Despite the beautify of Rhys Fehrenbacher ("J"), who has a lot of drama and pain and beauty in his/her eyes, I cannot see or understand the point of this "film." I endured the first 30 minutes, which moved at a snail's pace, and then I kept fast-forwarding 10 seconds and could not get to the end fast enough. The poster is stunning and hints at a beautiful film which does not ever occur. I'm saddened as I really wanted to appreciate/acknowledge/understand/learn and grow from this experience. None of those were possible as the film doesn't offer enough for anyone to grasp on to.
A teen, J, is apparently left at home while his/her ("their") parents have gone to Poland on the day that his older sister and her Iranian boyfriend have come back to keep an eye on J. J is questioning his/her sexuality and is apparently taking some medications which, at some point, he/she will have to decide whether to continue to take.
In the midst of this story are bizarre, pointless scenes about the lives of older sister and boyfriend. The other actors in this film are flat and emotionless and are just saying lines they were given to recite. Nothing happens.
Suddenly, about mid-way through we find ourselves at the home of the Iranian boyfriend's aunt who is throwing a party. There is some veiled concern about how to refer to the sister's "sibling."
Despite the beautify of Rhys Fehrenbacher ("J"), who has a lot of drama and pain and beauty in his/her eyes, I cannot see or understand the point of this "film." I endured the first 30 minutes, which moved at a snail's pace, and then I kept fast-forwarding 10 seconds and could not get to the end fast enough. The poster is stunning and hints at a beautiful film which does not ever occur. I'm saddened as I really wanted to appreciate/acknowledge/understand/learn and grow from this experience. None of those were possible as the film doesn't offer enough for anyone to grasp on to.