A dysfunctional family get together for the occasion of a funeral. The unhinged mother (Meryl Streep) has mouth cancer and a pill addiction. Her three daughters (Julia Roberts, Julianne Nicholson, Juliette Lewis) all have domestic problems of their own. And their attempts to draw together as a family end in bitter recrimination.
Adapted from a play by Tracy Letts, this is a hugely OTT drama. The all-star cast also includes Sam Shepherd, an oddly miscast Ewan McGregor, Benedict Cumberbatch, Chris Cooper and Dermot Mulroney.
They all deliver solid performances, but the problem is that it’s so overwhelmingly overwrought that it’s almost farcical. And not in a comical way, either. The endless screaming became a chore and the refusal to allow even a glimmer of positivity was wearing indeed. It was such a bottomless pit of misery (with no contrasts or light and shade) that it couldn’t really engage as a drama.
Streep seemed to be wearing a facial prosthetic to make her look older and sicker, and I found that offputting.
Another flaw was that I couldn’t believe someone as vindictive, mentally unstable and chemically unbalanced as Streep’s character could have kept the family’s big secret for all those years, only to casually reveal it at the moment she did.
A far stronger family drama is The Family Stone, which had wit and subtlety on its side.
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