87 minutes so well within the sacred 100 minute mark, but I still watched it at 1.5x - 3x given the lack of dialogue and the dead pacing. A W.D. By movie, clearly someone's precious baby, "self-consciously arty" ... feels like something a trust fund kid obsessed with Terrence Malick would come up with in between bong rips. The story of a shitty haunted house and its various inhabitants.
Stars Rooney Mara, Mara Rooney, whatever, and her cheekbones ... she's skinny in a way that most modern American women aren't ... huge eyes, great bones. Her boyfriend? is Casey Affleck, any relation to Ben the poker player? Beefcake who makes shitty electronic music.
It's a weird one, not terrible, but I can't recommend it. "An unforgettable meditation on love and grief, loss and legacy" ... oh spare me.