Like watering a plastic flower, it tricks you at the beginning into thinking its real but it doesn't take long to realize it's a manufactured product. I was disappointed by this film about a group of troubled men on a nature retreat with a new age therapist because, as it was directed by a woman, I hoped for some insights into the male psyche or at least a novel approach to filming group therapy. Alas, it turned out what I believed to be art was in fact just a mass produced copy of the same print every one else is peddling.