Anyway, it's a case of the Erin Brockovich, some woman thinks her life is so amazing and wonderful that we've got to sit through a two or so hour ego-stroke in the name of cinema. At least Erin Brockovich did something marginally important. This chick just kinda sat in the hallway of a mental institution and played the guitar. The stuff dreams are made of. Boy's Don't Cry.
People walk around on the streets, staring and wondering about things.
For three hours. Then they sit and think about things. For three more hours. Then they watch people have sex for a few more hours. Then it's over.