An under the radar film that deserved a better fate (and title)

With all the crappy, overhyped, too-long movies out there it's great once in a while to come across a little-appreciated, low-budget, unpretentious feature like the (weirdly title) I Don't Feel at Home in this World Anymore, Macon Blair's Netflix-produced (2017) movie about a social misfit, Ruth played by the very likable and non-glam Melanie Linskey. The movie starts off as a mostly realistic story of this young woman for whom nothing seems to go right: she's a social doormat, with few friends, no love relationship, apparently no close family, in a low-wage, low-status job, living in a hand-me-down furnished small ranch house (this is one of the few movies to get near-poverty dead on), and the plot kicks into motion when she comes home from work and finds her housed trashed by a thief. Of course nobody least of all the police can help her in her plight or with her feelings of depression and violation. Eventually she finds one ally, played by Elijah Wood, and the two of them embark on a search for her stolen property - and for the thief. Without giving any spoilers, it's interesting the way Blair shifts the dynamic and even the genre of the movie: what started out to be a film very much in the indie spirit of sad outsiders against the world gradually becomes a dangerous, bloody, at times comic crime story as the two ledes narrow in on the thief, at great risk to themselves. Somehow, Blair manages this double-helix of a plot line, and the movie feels right and credible (at least while you're watching it - perhaps less so on reflection, but who care?) with a nice mood and a sweet relationship developing between the two leads start to finish (at only 90 minutes. Yay!) - not exactly a feel-good movie but a movie with some real emotion, real sympathy for (most of) its characters, and a good pace - an under-the-radar film that deserved a better fate.