About half an hour in I described this film as "like Crispin Glover and John Waters had a baby, and that baby was bitter, and that baby made a bitter, weird, sad-funny black comedy," but then something happened, and the surreal artificiality grew on me, and I started caring. I have to go on record and say: I'm a big Christina Ricci fan, and this justifies it. You never really understand why she loves him, but you also never doubt that she does.
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