A Home at the End of the World

For an independent movie, this movie feels pretty bland. Usually, due to a small budget, they excel in storytelling. And if not that, there should be some other special thing to be found.
Not this one though. With three periods to be seen (kid, teen, mid-twenties, with the first being the most meaningless), the drug use and overall gayness make it hard to feel any emotional attachment. The story itself is pretty straightforward, laced with subtle hinting and veiled feelings. In any other well written script, that would make you think and feel, but this movie doesn’t touch you at all, it just flies by (and at a slow pace too). Luckily, the end is always near (only 90 minutes or less away), and when the credits start rolling, you’re left feeling, Is this all ?? 5.