A cat with a broken paw narrates this inventive, tragic romance from Miranda July (Me And You And Everyone We Know) in a slow child’s squawk (voiced by July herself) that borders on ridiculous while scratching around for the profound.
And how to take the film?
Its central pair (July again and Hamish Linklater) are charming but infantile hipster cut-outs, giving their turmoils all the emotional weight of a playground spat.
The film is funny, but refuses to play its quirks for obvious laughs, leaving us with an unsettling clash of tones somewhere between Wes Anderson and David Lynch. You’ll smile – then sigh in a not completely satisfied way.