I think any movie with an ailing kitten wearing one of those little casts has won me over already. Little Paw Paw, a miserable shelter stray in Miranda July's odd, affecting film, also delivers a heartbreaking stream-of-consciousness narration in a sad kitten voice. It's enough to overcome one's resistance to the self-obsessed protagonists: fading couple Sophie (July) and Jason (Hamish Linklater). They have to wait 30 days to adopt the cat, and in the meantime their empty lives fall apart. Sophie, who teaches a dance class, realizes that none of her dreams is going to come true, and Jason has little hope of advancing beyond his job giving online IT advice. So Jason takes up going door to door for the environment, and Sophie takes up with a stranger whose phone number she finds on a drawing taped to the wall. Then things get strange, even mystical, with the only clarity coming from the tiny spark of awareness waiting in a cage.
