An aching dreamy malaise that borders on dread. Kim N. gazing amid rows of lawns. A stillness, their drifting conversation. Kirk by car, that look. A film fixated on the hypnotic distance between inner lives and the world. A film flushed with forlorn beauty. Stunningly un-Hollywood tone piece drugged with mood that (as Robert notes below) screams of Antonioni--with strains of Ray to boot. "Change your mind".