The movie has poise and a lightly perspiring sexiness, but also an uncertain sense of humor...

Fizzles out in the third act, but we're long past caring. By then, Frances McDormand has usurped the movie and turned it into a lesson in character acting.

Self-discovery seems to be the goal, but the revelations hardly seem worth the work.

Somewhere, there’s an interesting movie to be made that wraps the human condition in with music, psychiatry and fruit fly mating patterns. This isn’t it.