Out of all the Stylejam releases, “Fine, Totally Fine” has the most in common with last year’s “Adrift in Tokyo.” Both films share a laconical style unique to themselves, quirky comedic moments that sometimes rises to the level of genius, and just radiates a warm fuzzy feeling that slackers would find to be Shangri-la.

The story found in “Fine, Totally Fine” is simple enough. Teuro (YosiYosi Arakawa) is a 30 year old kid, still living at home and workng in his dad’s used bookstore, while also part timing as a maintainence worker in a city park. His goal in life is to build the ultimate haunted house. His best friend since childhood is Hisanobu Komori. Hisanobu works in the administration division at a hospital. For better or worse, Hisanobu is always thought of as the “nice guy.” One day he’s asked to interview a women applying to be a nursing helper. The lady, named Akari Kinoshita , comes in for the interview all muddy with a bloody nose. Komori being the “nice guy” hires her anyway. A short while later, after Akari is involved in a series of accidents at the hospital she quits her job. Hisanobu Komori then arranges for Akari to work at the used bookshop beloning to Teuro’s father. Shortly afterwards, both guys find themselves falling head over heals for the quirky Akari.

What really elavates “Fine, Totally Fine” to a higher level isn’t so much the story per se, but rather the collection of smaller moments that just oozes with humor. There’s Akari receiving instructions on what she should and shouldn’t do when a customer buys a porno mag, the film within the film moment when Teuro plays a jealous friend, Akari’s unusual habit of spying on a homeless lady, and the awkward manner in which a co-worker hits on the oblivious Hisanobu Kimori. Like a well stocked thrift store, there’s also isles and isles of vintage moments for you to reflect on and appreciate. The quirky idiosyncracies found working within a used book shop. One person’s love for fish sausage (count me in as another person addicted to fish sausage). A person’s love for the sound of rain, even to the point of playing it on her boombox all day long. A young girl’s expression in seeing a strange looking man and then handing him a potato chip.