There's an insouciance that's appealing, and the late Nelsan Ellis gives a good turn that reminds you a bit of Teju Cole, but, for all the freshness of the representation of an interracial family, this cleaves far too closely to well-worn templates. And, while I like languidness in pacing, Little Boxes overdoes it to the point of being almost apologetic about its own presence.
Harmless, mostly apolitical, ultimately redundant dramedy about the so-called problems of privileged, gentrifiers yuppies in suburbia. It provides tame, banal, pseudo-social commentary for the multiplex crowd. Melanie Lynskey does her usual, irritating Lena Dunham's impersonation. Little Boxes ain't Little Men. It's not little: it's less.