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I could have described this as wooden, but the characters uniformly lack so much spine that they are too flimsy to be even cardboard.
The peripheral characters... more so.
4 women take their kids to a park and ogle a guy there. Winslett kisses him to wind them up... exit friends. One briefly reappears at a book club to cue in Winslett to describe Madame Bouvery in feminist terms (and of course the plot of the film in case you weren't getting it), but then exit book club.
Winslett has problems with husband... exit husband.
Guy is about to take bar exam, but meets Winslett... exit bar exam.
In fact about the only time he can stand up is playing football with a bunch of ex-cops (COPS!!!) so ludicrously macho that The Village People couldn't have played them.
On the way to elope, guy decides to skateboard with some kids and literally falls off the plot... exit elopement.
Which is just as well because Winslett seems to have been struck blind when a staggering pervert walks past her and she fails to notice the blood from his self castration. At this point she has to go in search of her child who has obviously read the rest of the script and decided to exit.
Now its obvious the title is a reference to the emotional infantilism that has infected these people but they do not stand out in... Boston as depicted in the film. I was just waiting for the invasion of the legions of zombies but apparently the film is meant to be serious.
If this film appears on a screen in front of you... exit immediately.
Follow Ups:
...I thought it was well done, with excellent performances and emotionally powerful.My daughter saw it with us and had read the book - she said it was a pretty faithful adaptation except they cut some of the stuff about the husband's relationship with the on-line slut.
Yah but, castrated or not, the pedophile got an Oscar nomination!
Actually I thought this movie was quite good. I loved the loopy quality from having a narrator (as if the audience could not pick up on the nuances of what was going on without someone telling them as the story progressed). It reminded me of an old Mystery Science Theater episode in that regard. If you miss how weird and clueless the characters are (not that anyone would) the narrator provides running commentary. Apparently the husband was not just blowing his nose in those dirty Kleenix his wife found! Even the narrator lacked the courage to explain THAT scene in detail.
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