Like an indie Raggedy Ann and Andy, Sophie (Miranda July) and Jason (Hamish Linklater) couldn’t be better matched. At age 35, they are as clueless, stunted, and wistful as kids half their age. They are also, circa 2011, as American as apple pie: Never having to grow up is now a national birthright. Mortality is especially weighing heavily on the couple’s mind, with the clock ticking toward middle age and the progress they had hoped to reach by their age still not achieved. Reluctant to consider too deeply the endless years that lie ahead, they instead mark time in the more manageable increment of one month. That is how long they have to wait until their injured cat Paw Paw, whose sickly sweet voiceover narrates the film, is released from the animal shelter where she waits expectantly for them. The second film starring, written, and directed by performance artist and writer Miranda July, The Future is, more than anything, about time, that substance we seem to have so much of early in our lives but that begins to feel so fleeting later. July was accused of being overly precious and hipster-adorable in her previous film Me and You and Everyone We Know, which dealt with similar themes of estrangement. But in The Future, aging and the attendant anxiety it produces has transformed her from fey to grave. And if you take away nothing else from it, it is almost certain you will be filled with an insatiable craving to save an animal from its horrible doomed prison in a “cagetorium.” The film suggests we could all stand to be liberated from the cages that hold us.