Not since the Blair Witch Project had I encountered a "cast" that I could care so little about that I was hoping they would all be murdered. The "story" is centered around a small group of white, privileged dolts in their early 20s who are, for some reason, searching for the fountain of youth . (Do they want to go back to being babies? Mentally, they seem to still be there)'Director' Lev Kelman will defend this film saying "it's supposed to be bad" and that he loves "bad movies" and sought to make one. He seems to entirely miss the point that what makes "bad movies" so good is that they are earnest attempts at making good movies that for one reason or another or for a slew of them, go wrong, but are still entertaining or interesting, even if just for their oddity. But he comes across (in speaking and through his 'work') as someone who creates simply because he can, not because he should and not because he has some passionate artistic vision that needs to be realized. The dialogue is excruciatingly painful to listen to - if it were happening on a subway car, most people would switch cars at the next stop. The 'scenes' are inter-cut with non-sequitur shots of nature with an electronic soundtrack overlaid that seems to be implying something "deep". If the film were only that, it may actually make an alright backdrop for another event, though still would be on such an amateur level that I would be surprised to see it outside of a filmmaking 101 course. If I could give this film negative stars, I would.