(FILM) Miranda July's feature-film debut has everything you'd expect from a summer blockbuster—minus, of course, the explosions. It has moments of unbearable tension, and comedy, and romance. There are adorable kids. But Me and You is also smart and unabashedly fucked-up. And when it's over, the mood it summoned sticks with you, like a weirdly buoyant afterglow. Do I need to mention all the prizes it's won? (See Movie Times, page 91, for details.)