Hal Hartley's The Book of Life. In some ways (due to the cast)
this feels like a failed attempt to recapture his
magnificent Henry Fool, and in others it seems like a dumbed
down version of Surviving Desire. Let that not dissuade you, this is
a Hal Hartley after all. PJ Harvey is wonderfully languid as she
cuts a swathe through millenial New York.