The evocative sense of impressionistic subjectivity is bogged down by a heavy-handed, clichéd story. Kevin is not a character but an obnoxious, predictable caricature. The condescending way Ramsay portrays the staff at the travel agency Eva works at is equally jarring. Paranoid Park strikes me as a similar, and much better, attempt at using the disjunction of time/sound/image to represent a psyche racked with guilt.