Oh please. Like Dandelion Dust is to poignant indie film as Safeway is to organic food - it draws you in, but the more you look at the details, the more you see that it is totally a waste of time. This movie was all about generic class clashes, tired poor man's substance abuse and rich man's lack of ethics, and overall tearing at the heart strings of white, middle- to upper-class mommies. Sure, Barry Pepper definitely has poor, downtrodden, and mentally troubled down, and Mira Sorvino sure knew how to take a beating and keep on ticking (too much?), but this is just the same Hollywood formula of great actor + slum/criminal/underclass = real and deep subject matter. No. And hell no. This movie was a sorry excuse of American acting and independent filmmaking. For those who expect a cerebral experience from SIFF, skip it. Sorry JG, will not be taking your film advice going forward.