The black sheep of a wealthy family is dumb founded when they sheltered woman he brings home to his brothers wedding beats his imagination as she won the heart of everyone.
He's a rebellious trust-funder who specializes in strip clubs, one-night stands and gambling debts. She's a possibly schizophrenic mental patient raised in near-captivity by an abusive mother. How could these two kids not fall in love?
Ultimately, Daisy is revealed to be sane, but she's still emotionally and socially stunted [...] and the romantic relationship that gradually blossoms between her and Jay feels disturbingly pedophilic.
It's all thoroughly, intentionally lightweight, and the film's final 10 minutes is a rush of highly unlikely smiley face resolutions. Still, Wood somehow makes it work as well as it can.
A soggy mess, one that takes a thoroughly simplistic look at mental illness and the people who suffer from it, delivering instead a romance and a road trip that are entirely unrealistic.
Scott Speedman and Evan Rachel Wood would have been better off doing a YouTube video together where they simply make goo-goo eyes at one another than co-starring in a featherweight trifle like "Barefoot".
Really, the emotionally ill have enough stigmas to contend with. They don't need the patronizing-yet-popular movie one of "They're just like us - only, you know, more innocent."
The gradual revelation that there's more to Daisy than meets the eye is no great surprise, but it does at least negate - too late! - some of the more troubling subtext.
