The latest from Portland director James Westby exudes the same raunch and camp that made 2008’s The Auteur quirkily fun, but here the story takes on an emotional earnestness that both deepens the film and makes it even stranger. Katy O’Grady stars as Meris, a young wife who moves to her husband’s small Oregon hometown only to be hamstrung by social awkwardness in the face of his crew of bland, yuppie friends. When Storm Large shows up as his old flame, it sets off a downward spiral of heavy drinking and dated punk rock antics that are amusing, if embarrassing and bewildering. (I completely lost the sense of how old Meris is supposed to be. Thirty? Fourteen?) From its overall look to its bad fake blood, there is something staunchly, perversely amateur about this film, but like its studded wasteoid good guys, I think that’s how they want it. by Marjorie Skinner