When ex-hippie commune kid Cally (DuVall) spots older ex-hippie Sabine (Hannah) at a music festival, she becomes instantly and inexplicably fascinated with the woman. Callie then decides Sabine might be her mom. Huh? After 90 minutes of bizarre and incomprehensible photographic tricks, flash-arounds, and an utter lack of any story development at all, you'll probably end up like me, bored numb in your chair, wondering where your afternoon vanished to. Slapped together with spit and a prayer, Wild Flowers is utterly hopeless as cinema, filled with atrocious acting from Hannah and an especially frightening Eric Roberts, and a nearly comatose star in DuVall, who sleepwalks through the whole movie. Not that I blame her.