Maybe can't in good conscience unconditionally recommend to everyone a movie that is so clearly about my personal relationship w/ Kirsten Dunst (spoiler: we's one person), but surely anybody who has spent any considerable amount of time smoking grass and listening to Galaxie 500 will find themselves at home. Its also about Mother Earth and the pull of the womb. It's also how I always imagined Humboldt County.
The Mulleavys are fascinated with texture, and the film's best scenes see Kirsten Dunst fingering the inside of a crystal glass, licking dirt and blood off of of her hands, and wrapping herself in a plastic shower liner. When she walks aimlessly around her home we sense her desperation, how untethered she feels in her world. This is a broken woman who is floating (sometimes literally) and craves any connection.