Like all the best fairy tales (scary and overtly sexual). Love how closely it places documentary ethnography and fantasy.
And, to be clear, if you knowingly go somewhere called ‘Evil Valley’ and get gored by a sexually crazed reindeer witch, that’s on you.
This film has Vincent Price on a trampoline, and if you want more than that from the movies, there’s no helping you.
‘I’m sorry I liked it,’ is probably the best summary I can give. Miranda July (in her writing and films) seems to be about reclaiming sincerity and sentiment, despite the cynicism of the times and the embarrassment of feeling something pure. There is so much that doesn’t work here (Evan Rachel Wood’s grating Kevin and Perry line delivery chief among its wilful choices), but it also gets to certain ideas that are only possible through July’s metaphors about vulnerability, intimacy…
