It is difficult to forget the languid beauty of the opening scene. Like first love, this film represents the poetic naiveté of its director and friends (including d.p. Tim Orr, who does his best work here). Comparisons to Cassavetes and Malick are valid. Whatever happened to David Gordon Green happened after ALL THE REAL GIRLS. Recent films may have diluted Green's 'personal vision'…but we'll always have this.