I do not know the director of this film Jonathan Caouette, nor am I David Lynch; but if both of these situations were the case then I would be very quick to slap Caouette to get his attention before then explaining to him that although I, David Lynch, make it look easy, it really is not. The reason for this would be that All Flowers in Time so earnestly aches to have the unsettling content of Twin Peaks, Blue Velvet and many other such films but yet all it does here is spray on the weirdness while also doing Lynch a disservice by not really understanding what makes this type of stuff work so well.
The content has no anchor here and instead the film just throws weirdness at the viewer in the hope that some of it will stick. In fairness some of it does and I thought Caouette did a decent job with the atmosphere running throughout, but too much of it is just too deliberately odd and too constructed of itself and nothing more. It is a shame because I wanted to get sucked into its oddity but it just seemed so absurd and insincere that I couldn't go with it.