So, I've given into my fangirl tendencies and fully admit to watching The Price of Milk soley for Karl Urban's presence therein. As I finished watching the movie all of three min ago, I will give you my intial first impressions:
I'm a fan of the fantastical, whimsical movies. I positively loved Pan's Labryinth. But this... this was just odd. Even as I was watching it, I was saying to myself (out loud) how weird it was. Granted, there were some pretty amusing bits with the overturned cars and the like, but it was still very, very, very strange.
Oh, don't get me wrong, I liked a good deal of it. It was funny and whimsical and there was this whole undercurrent of don't take your loved ones for granted, but the movie as a whole made no fucking sense. I gather it's largely don't try to fix what isn't broken, but, God, I was confused throughout.
Now, Urban's proformance throughout clearly showed signs of the actor he'd, IDK, grow into, in other movies, and I really liked hearing him with an accent (I imagine it's probably his native one, being it being a New Zealand film and all, but it was almost as good as seeing Chris Pine with long hair in Bottle Shock. I think I'll have to watch that again here in a min just for the humour value.) Plus the agoraphobic dog was just hillarious.
Anyway, though, I enjoyed it, but I don't think I'll ever watch it again, unless maybe to try and figure out WTF is going on for some of it. Why did the woman steal Lucinda's quilt? Why was she so cold? Why did Rob loose his voice for about a 1/3rd of the movie (and any actor who can still act while doing a squeaky voice gets my props)? Why did Lucinda never tell him about wanting kids in the first place? Why'd she collect baby shoes instead? Why the hell can no one in New Zealand take curves at reasonable speeds? What the hell was going on half the time?
I do not know. I am curious, but I do not know. Anyway, I honestly don't know what to make of it. Make of that what you will.