As a vegan...
I despised this movie. I think it made anyone who cares about animals and/or animal rights look like either a nutcase or a spacey hippie, and all of the characters ran the spectrum of mildly irritating to completely obnoxious and worthy of a righteous frying pan to the face (Hey! Laura Dern's character! How'd that frying pan feel in your FACE?!!).
In fact, the only character I kind of liked was John C. Reilly ... the hunter. While I'm sure some of this was due to Reilly's own natural charm inhabiting the character, and though this guy had his own agenda, he seemed the most level-headed, sane, and pleasant. Regina King's character was a distant second.
I know this movie wasn't really about veganism and animal rights but more about a woman going through a transitional period of loss and realizing she has no love or emotional ties to the world. At the same time, though ... good god Mike White made vegans look like fruitcakes. World, we're not really fruitcakes. Honest.
Sheezus...
"Stwike him, Centuwion ... vewy Wuffwy!"