The Myth of Fingerprints resides heartily in the dysfunctional family at Thanksgiving genre and mid-90s indie swell, but beyond that a full plate of wonderful things happened during and from this film. It's personal and genuine. The soundtrack is inviting. Every player a gem (particularly Laurel Holloman and Blythe Danner), each scene a memory or resonant of one. Intimate, gentle, loving, funny, heartbreaking.