does not offer neat resolutions. That is not its aim. Instead, it invites you to sit with the mess. To laugh at the absurdity of adulthood. To remember that growing up is not a deadline. It is a practice. And sometimes, it takes a fake funeral, a beat-up Chrysler, and a fractured friendship to even begin.
This indie gem may fly under the radar, but it has real heart and just enough bite to make it linger.
