This movie is as bland as my mother-in-law's cooking, it is the most pretentious, slow-burning film I have ever seen. NO, a nice color scheme will NOT make your film good. NO, zooming into Amy Adams' face will NOT make your film good. NO, incredibly long scenes of inanimate objects in the house will NOT make your movie seem insightful and deep.
This movie tries so incredibly hard to be a cult classic, it gives me an itch on the back of my throat, that can only be satisfied with a twelve-gauge gun and the pull of a trigger!
P.S. If you're reading this Denise, your cooking is as dry as this film's script.