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Time Out says
Sunset Hall—the Los Angeles rest home for political progressives—has played host
to many feisty lefties since opening its doors in 1932. Laura Gabbert's
documentary on two of its residents, Irja Lloyd and Lucille Alpert, finds its
human pulse in the ladies' cantankerous companionship ("I'm Emerson and she's
Thoreau," Alpert cracks), but the film can't seem to locate its narrative focal
point. Is this a dissection of an institution ˆ la Frederick Wiseman? Or is the
doc simply a testimony to the power of friendship between two lovable old
biddies? While their tale is indeed moving, a general incoherence greatly
lessens the impact.