I remain a sucker for Harry and his magical antics, trite and predictable as the plot may be. I shall dutifully absorb the entire filmed series and my inner-child will eat it all up.

A chick-flick with some redeeming qualities.

Miranda July is brilliantly strange and strangely brilliant. I love the two kids and their chat adventure on the internets. Hilarity!

Between the images of a man struggling to fellate himself and a man singing the national anthem into another man’s ass, I don’t think I’ll forget this film’s bold portrayal of human sexuality. However, it was the humor more than the kink that kept my interest.