In portraiture, venerated painters occasionally would paint peasants--IF they were interesting enough for a master painter to spend the time.
In this portrait of low-income whites in Florida, things aren't really interesting enough to merit the viewers' / director's / actors' / actress', time. Only bleak, degenerate characters here mud-stuck in their own depression cycles. Shot / edited / soundtracked like a 90s music video.
Thank you post-modernism, for movies which fail to inspire, fail to inform, uplift or even carry a real story arc. We can now just let the storyline drop off a cliff, and call it a film. And give it an award.
Two stars and not one because of the well-played performances. But do yourself a favor, and grant yourself the self-esteem to skip this one..