Michael Almereyda is probably the most underrated director in America. Here he strongly recalls the early work of Atom Egoyan at his best, albeit with a much greater sense of humor, less rigid schematics, and a distinctly strong sense of place verging on the weird Americana of early David Gordon Green, while also in contrast baring traces of Olivier Assayas' recent near-future (present?) techno-thrillers. All this and still it feels distinctly, uniquely aesthetically and thematically his own.

An atmospheric film from New Orleans that explores the loss of identity we experience as technology encroaches, even to the point of mediating our relationships for us. Can we know people better if we have no opportunity to touch them? The film has a rather meditative quality about it, while the mystery of the central plot carries the characters along. The first and final sequences of the film are one of the best edited scenes I've seen in some time, a visual poem that create beautiful bookends.

Indie weirdness. Weird for the sake of weird is not entertaining to me, which is why many indie movies usually annoy the shit out of me.