Fashion-designing sisters Kate and Laura Mulleavy break into moviemaking with this gauzy art film, described in press notes as “a hypnotic exploration of isolation, paranoia, and grief that exists in a dream-world all its own.” Kirsten Dunst stars as a woman who loses her mother to terminal illness, in an early sequence so hushed, formally conceived, and devoid of concrete character detail that it leaves little emotional residue. Employed at a cannabis dispensary in Oregon, the heartsick young woman starts messing around with a mind-shattering cannabinoid solution that causes her to commune with nature among the giant redwoods and, back home, walk around in her underwear a lot. Orbiting her like vague moons are three young men—her concerned husband (Joe Cole), her cagey boss at the dispensary (Pilou Asbaek of A Hijacking), and an adenoidal young admirer (Jack Kilmer)—most of whom seemed as puzzled by the situation as I was.