In search of an elusive new lease on life, a depressive former stage diva (Bernadette Peters) and her codependent teenage daughter, Alice (Rachel Brosnahan), relocate to working-class New Hampshire. Mom fails to find work but catches the eye of a lonely collection agent (Peter Friedman), whose paternal overtures both attract and repel the flailing youngster. Despite committed and heartfelt performances—especially from the perennially charismatic Peters—director Lisa Albright’s soapy semi-autobiographical tale fails to scale the low hurdle of believability. Everything here, from a twentysomething actor playing a high-school freshman and porcelain-skinned blue bloods posing as impoverished slum dwellers to present-day NYC standing in for ’80s Nashua, smacks of rainy afternoon dress-up. Which might have been fine for a domestic fugue, but not an escalating melodrama in which drug deals, suicide attempts and sexual predation evoke playtime fabrication rather than world-weary experience.
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