Lewin can't quite transcend the inconsistencies and dwindling credibility of the concept or give the material a driving pulse, even with its race-to-the-deadline setup.

You can guess how most of its scenes will play before you even come to them, and it has a circumspect, sanitized quality, as if meant to be shown in group homes without causing undue upset.

Touches the viewer with the subtle emotional wallop of a feather brushing against the heart.

A lukewarm movie with its heart in the right place.