Okay, this is an hour and ten minutes of my life I will never get back... The actress did a great job playing the "tormented" Julia, the music was nice and blah, blah, blah, but there was really nothing else to this movie. NOTHING. No point, no climax, no real ending, nothing. You have a middle-aged wife and mother who (in no particular order here) gets migraines, passes out, wrecks her car, yells at her daughter, has a sudden bout of kleptomania (okay, I got that part), leaves her family, jets over to New York (why NY?), has a one-night stand (what was THAT about??), runs into Suzy/Whatsherface (and the point of that was...?), wanders into a rave, ends up in some kind of support group (all kinds of weirdness there...) and otherwise, just spends the rest of the movie wandering around looking lost. This movie seemed a series of unfortunate events, rather than a story. If you want to get all philosophical, I guess it was about soul-searching (or insanity...who knows?) and the writer wanted you to conclude it in your mind however you like. I appreciate a good movie that makes you think, but this was NOT one of those movies. The only thing it left me thinking about is what else I could have gotten with the money I spent to rent it. In reality, I'd never condone anyone taking his life in his hands, but this movie was SOOO slow and pointless that, by the time Julia was sitting on the rooftop staring down at the top of the van, I was wishing she'd just jump. I sincerely hope that the open ending wasn't in anticipation of a sequel...