A girl obsessed with snails lives in her own metaphorical shell, where she experiences a life filled with tragedy and pain. Like the rest of Adam Elliot's clay-animated stop-motion filmography, it's full of great humor and wit, but altogether harrowing and emotionally devastating. I respect the rich artistry of his craft (on full display here) so much, but his movies make me want to fucking kill myself. That's not intended as a criticism by any means; just that you need to have a stable mental state to prepare yourself.
3½ pity-pits out of 5
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“Where we’re going, we don’t need ________”
A) Mom’s permission. B) Roads. C) Pants.