The languor of a failing plantation family is captured in loving, unrushed shots that allow you to revel in pictures alternatingly beautiful and ugly. In some shots you can count the pores and beads of sweat on the actors' faces; and other shots resurface and vanish as quickly as memories. The director cites various influences, but aspects of the cinematography remind me of John Waters--if he weren't obsessed almost entirely with ugliness and if he'd taken a bottle of Xanax. Kudos in particular to Marj Dusay as the matriarch.