The first half is very beautiful. A mall goth and middle aged man form a bond. This was going to be a classic. The second half. Ugh. Some are related. Some have this or that condition. No stone is left unturned. The writer overthinks it and kills his premise. They should watch Japanese films where they make films like this in their sleep. Those go in melodramatic directions too. But we miss the gentle minimalism. To its credit in 2001 no one knew a thing. They were figuring it out.