I was like, “You can’t pander to me Hollywood with your sleek, hipster, Harry Potter, flatulent-corpse movie.”  But they could.  The sun sets on the tears of the best friends, a kiss rockets death, rumbles gas, kisses air.  You can go to jail for being weird but life is still a magical zombie dolphin child.  It was pretty cool seeing Shane Carruth in this, like an indie stamp of approval or some shit.