I just watched this movie. Good grief. Three weirdly combative, unstable creeps (a mute grandmother and her bickering grandson and granddaughter) attempting to drive to Canada (without any sense of direction or knowledge of how to drive a car) after the grandson accidentally kills a man. Along the way, there are more accidental murders, weird dreams about the kids' long-missing father, and, for a flick Comcast billed as a comedy, there's not an ounce of humor. In other words, we have unlikeable characters in a meandering, aimless plot. There's a metaphor for purgatory here, that is a bit too blatant to be called sub-text.
The only positives about the movie: the actors do a good job, even though the material itself isn't worth it. And, outside of that, even as an emotionally stunted dirtball, Alison Brie is still so pretty she could sell a glass of fire to a man dying of thirst. And the ending was pretty good. But getting to that ending was such a chore.
The only positives about the movie: the actors do a good job, even though the material itself isn't worth it. And, outside of that, even as an emotionally stunted dirtball, Alison Brie is still so pretty she could sell a glass of fire to a man dying of thirst. And the ending was pretty good. But getting to that ending was such a chore.