Editor Reviews:

Amazon.com:
This lovely and utterly unique film is truly a cinematic fairy tale, with not only the sweetness of fairy tales but their strange and malicious side as well. Lucinda (Danielle Cormack, Topless Women Talk About Their Lives) fears that the spark has gone out of her romance with Rob (Karl Urban, The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers), a milk farmer in lush New Zealand. A treacherous friend advises Lucinda to test her beloved's love, but the tests lead to the loss of their cows and possibly all hope for true love. The Price of Milk abounds with surreal touches (like an agoraphobic dog who wears a cardboard box and a family of magical golfing Maori) and events that may not make rational sense, but are absolutely perfect nonetheless. A wonderful film with an adorable cast. --Bret Fetzer

Rating : - Magical! Understandable?
At the beginning of "The Little Prince", an aviator lost in a desert draws a picture of a sheep for a demanding young man appeared from nowhere. When a mystery is too overpowering, the aviator observed, one dare not disobey.

It is this magical mystery, I believe, which invigorates this quirky film.
Of course, "The Little Prince" remains utterly charming throughout; "The Price of Milk", at times, is just utterly odd.

But, despite its oddness--no, despite its e..x..a..g..g..e..r..a..t..e..d oddness--I found myself charmed. I found myself saying: oh hell, stop being an old nelly, this is a love story; let them eat and bathe and do dishes and get engaged all at once, all in one bathtub.
oh hell, stop worrying about conventions, this is a love story; let there be little, big putting Jacksons populating the movie. . .let there be a dog so socially challenged he runs about in a box. . .let there be impossible car crashes which shooty up-too-high-in-the-sky house trailers. . .

I think this movie is simply trying to convey what it should feel like to be young and in love. And if I'm too old and too cynical to understand it all, well, shame on my imagination.

I am not too old--never will be too old--to see the magic and appreciate the beauty of the colors from some remarkable shots. . .what cinematography!
Forget the oddness of a swimmer in a vat of milk--look at that white, look at the garish bathing cap, look at that pretty woman. . .
Forget the impossible long tail of the Indian wedding gown--look at the brillant red slash against the green, green hill. . .
Forget the silliness of a woman crawling through a large heating duct impossibly appearing in an open field--look at the radiance of that beautiful young face again, now encircled in chrome. . .

Already, in reviewing, I miss the film. . .as I miss being young and in love. . .