Sthers mistakenly thinks the more unconventional she makes the characters, the more we'll like them. What actually happens instead is just the opposite.

There's so little to these characters beyond a few superficial traits that when serious things happen-and boy, do they happen-it is impossible to be moved the way Sthers intends for us to be.

There's a sliver of a plot about Harry raising pigs and his family feeling sad, but all is lost within a cacophony of bum notes and fake emotion. Howlingly bad.

...whenever Caan and Hollander are on-screen, they show a great chemistry, ideal for the philosophical ruminations of the script...