Cliched, shallow movie
This movie had every indie/romantic comedy movie cliche. The director ripped off of all the indie movie she's seen before, threw on some Woody Allen imitation, and added some of her own crap. Let's list the cliches:
Catherine Keener playing the same role she plays in every single movie she's in (to her credit, she plays it very well)
The spoiled/insecure teenage daughter (played by Sarah Steele, reprising the EXACT SAME PART she had in Spanglish). And she can't possibly find a pair of jeans that fit her unless they cost 235 big ones. Seriously? And would rather wear underwear over her head at the dinner table than let guests see her zits. Accurate portrait of a teenage girl? In a word, NO.
The sweet, innocent woman (played by Rebecca Hall) who is selfless and gorgeous but cannot seem to get a boyfriend. Of course, she has an evil tan sister whose only purpose in the movie is to exemplify what a wonderful, sweet person her innocent sister is. Cue 27 Dresses and every other rom-com ever.
The affair between the older ugly man and the gorgeous tan bitch sister. (She had nothing financially to gain. What the hell was she doing with this guy?!)
The old dying woman who serves as cranky comedic relief.
Each main character has her own "indie quirk". Rebecca Hall's entire career is taking mamograms, Catherine Keener buys furniture from dead people (Oh, and then she's horrified when customers start suddenly asking where the furniture is from. Really, she's never had this issue until the movie started?)
I seriously thought this film was shallow and atrocious. They even brought in down syndrome kids and homeless people to make Catherine Keener look like a saint. How on earth are critics buying into this utter crap?