This was the third and final movie watched on the 4th. The hostess picked it, as it was something of an all-time favorite for her. Netflix keeps trying to recommend it to me so I was willing to give it a go. Plus, it was her house. Hard to say no to that kind of logic.
It's a good film, despite featuring a family so dysfunctional and infuriating they would make the Dalai Lama want to throat-punch them. It says something about the realism when you want to reach through the screen and strangle a character.
The Collins family has gathered together to mourn the loss of their patriarch (Rip Torn). Well, his granddaughter Katie (Zooey Deschanel) has. The rest of the family has gathered together to rehash old arguments and insecurities.
There's the child star turned nobody (Hank Azaria), the brother everyone forgets (Ray Romano) and his twin hellspawn, the control freak sister (Debra Winger) and her browbeaten husband and kids, and the lesbian sister (Kelly Preston) with her hot girlfriend (Famke Jansson). To top it all off, the widow (Piper Laurie) keeps trying to off herself.
Poor Katie is tasked with writing a eulogy for a man that no one but her seems to have any fond memories of, not that they could pull their heads out of their collective asses long enough to think of any.
I wouldn't say this is my new favorite funeral movie but it's definitely worth a rental.
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