Surprise! The upper-middle-class family is still rotten to the core. In Vivi Friedman's overstuffed farce, the parents cheat on each other, the daughter dresses like a streetwalker, and the Bible-thumping son starts carrying a Glock. When Mom (Davis) suffers a bout of amnesia and emerges with a fresh zest for life, a chance for renewed domestic happiness becomes possible. It's also the perfect opportunity for Friedman to tweak the clichs of the suburbs-suck genre, if only she could figure out how to split the film's difference between blithe cynicism and a sentimental attachment to the idea of family, warts and all.
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