Despite the presence of the always-welcome Rosa Salazar, this is a painfully less-interesting-than-it-wants-to-be, weird-for-its-own-sake outing in the manner of “Being John Malkovich”—who also happens to play a supporting role in this, in a ridiculous orange-dyed perm—only less inventive. A woman is introduced by two names at a party, and it’s explained, “She shares her body with a 56-year-old Englishman”, then for the second half of the movie talks in a British accent. Another character floats instead of walking, and when someone asks, “What’s his deal?”, they’re told, “He floats.” If these sorts of things, all by themselves, are an adequate substitute for any kind of substance to you, enjoy. Not for me.
