Writer-director-star Miranda July follows her knockout debut feature, Me and You and Everyone We Know (2005), with a similar but less impressive tale of quirky dreamers and serendipitous personal encounters. Like the first movie, this one trades heavily on July's bohemian sex appeal: as a wistful interpretive dancer whose career is going nowhere, she betrays her loyal boyfriend of four years (Hamish Linklater) for a torrid affair with a divorced father she meets by happenstance (David Warshofsky). I can't complain about the scene in which July bends herself bare-assed over the arm of a couch, but the erotic encounters here aren't nearly as daring or original as in Me and You, and Linklater's wimpy presence (with his helmet of black hair, he seems like a taller version of July) made me realize how critical the rough-edged John Hawkes was to the earlier movie. This is worth seeing, but only if you think you can tolerate the precious voice-over narration from the couple's wounded cat, delivered by July in a high, scratchy voice.
Director: Miranda July
Producer: Gina Kwon, Roman Paul, Gerhard Meixner and Sue Smith
Cast: Hamish Linklater, Miranda July, David Warshofsky, Isabella Acres and Joe Putterlik