This movie made me want to be a Buddhist, or maybe a nihilist, or maybe just watch it again. I really liked it, but I can't explain why. This is frustrating, because I think this post sounds like one of Blachman's book reviews and I never liked those.
One thing that really rung true for me--more so than any of the existential meditations--was the dinner table scene with Steve's family. Those people are exactly like my neighbors from Sugar Land. There was a WaPo article some time back documenting the unique blend of religiosity, self satisfaction, and earnestness in the Sugar Land suburbs (Tom Delay's home district). Russell nails this scene perfectly.