Maya is a college student making her way through recognizable coming-of-age experiences like less-than-pleasurable sex, reluctant party-going, and thoughts of dropping out. After a car wreck leaves her faring better than her girlfriend, she’s even further adrift than before. Maya’s mismatched hero of the moment is Freddy, a guy who works in oil fields and sticks around to see through her recovery. If it seems suspect that a middle-aged man would have time to help a young woman, we quickly get a clue that the glue between them is loneliness. Both Maya and Freddy seem to be just on the verge of stepping into their identities. The landscape of their choices might look to be the same as the one they live in: a flat prairie skyline, wide open, but with nothing much in sight. We wander with them, watching from corners and back seats as our two protagonists struggle to give themselves strong presence in their own lives. Though the changes in Maya and Freddy might be as small as one step, their shifts make quietly growing ripples in this film that observes whether life is something you let happen to you, or if you somehow have to be involved in its movement.
– Mara Lemesany