Try pitching this movie in the bunker where they manufacture screenwriters: A stoned girl gets even more stoned. She tries to grapple with the day and fails spectacularly. Nothing is resolved. No lessons are learned. Oh, and she makes a pro-union speech in a sausage factory. Or at least she thinks she does.
As Jane F, the stoned girl, Anna Faris dispenses with any notions of being "cute" or "redeemable" and creates a character all the more bewilderedly human for that. But somehow we love Jane F, despite her every effort to convince us that she's not worth such affection. And this is a funny movie; mostly in its quieter moments, or in the changes of expression on Jane's face as she determinedly adds two and two together to get...well, some number she just invented.
John Krasinski is terrific as the fanboy comic nerd who may be in love with Jane, but still worries about how much money it's safe to lend her. Jane Lynch and Danny Trejo pop up for a minute or two, here and there. It's sort of a road movie; sort of a day-in-the-life movie. But it's content to just observe the characters on their respective roads to nowhere rather than impose anything so indecorous as a "movie" plot upon them. This approach brings with it a couple of drops in the energy and a few moments that drag, but the overall deal is such a sweet one that this isn't ultimately a problem. And any movie that features Roscoe Lee Browne as the voice of the inner monologue of a probably doomed twenty-something Californian girl stoner won't be leaving my heart any time soon.