This movie is wrong in so many ways. Teaching young innocent girls to smoke. The social disdain of someone who isn't the embodiment of physical perfection. A girl who is turned on by watching a woman go cannibal on a guy (and vice versa). Kids crawling on glass. Sounds like a great movie, eh? Too bad it was kinda lame, but at least in an "arthouse" kinda way.
Little May is alienated as a child because of her lazy eye, and grows up under the singular words of wisdom from her mother that she can make her own friends. An indeterminable amount of years later, we find May as the complete social misfit, working at a veterinary clinic and wanting more from life than the conversations she has with her imaginary friend, embodied in a glass-encased doll. She tries desperately to break out of her seclusion and gets involved with an auto-body mechanic she has willed her fantasies on. But like everyone but her "friend," he's not perfect. Her already fragile demeanor cracks away.
There's nothing really surprising here, just awkward. That's actually well done, as far as the character of May is concerned (and played extremely well by Angela Bettis). But it's kinda like that movie Big where the kid suddenly finds himself all grown up, with no experiences in between. The film itself is shot beautifully, too bad the story falls a bit short. It tends to play out like an overly-extended episode of Tales From The Crypt that you'll see "edited" to play on Fox at 2 am on a Saturday night (complete with a pretty lame lesbian scenario). There is some black humor involved in this, but overall it is a pretty grim tale. What can I say, it's not the worst film out there, and was put together in a very competent manner, but it just seems like an outdated "goth" movie.
