Avis Metacritic

A shaggy, appealing parable involving two lovers, some gorgeous heifers, gentle Maori gangster-golfers, and a dilapidated suitcase packed with used baby shoes, The Price of Milk throws itself onto the magic-realist sword with aplomb.

Manages to be innocent, physically passionate, earnestly romantic and self-deprecatingly funny, all at once.

The Price of Milk, which boasts a lush classical score recorded by the Moscow Symphony Orchestra, has a few more twists that make this a Valentine's Day delight.

Full of surreal occurrences and bizarre, sometimes overly precious humor that may make it too rarefied an exercise for wide acceptance.

This journey is clunkily rendered, clouded by an avalanche of murky symbolism.

Fairy-tale-like musing on true love in cynical times.

This rich, gorgeous music and the wistful pastoral scenes create a rhapsodic mood that the rest of the film doesn't really sustain.

There is a place for whimsy and magic realism, and that place may not be on a cow farm in New Zealand.

The guiding philosophy of The Price of Milk seems to be that if you throw something on the screen and call it a fairy tale, it has to mean something. But it doesn't.

A whimsical modern fairy tale.