Ducking Freadful! Only got halfway before i turned off in agony at all the dialogue and that bloody cello thingy droning in and out at inopportune moments, and what's-his-name saying "Man" every three sentences and smoking really badly rolled joints, and his girlfriend was hot though, although mental (which is just my type); i knew there was a problem when i sympathised more with Mat Broderick than Linney.
I can watch Laura Linney in anything, anytime, anywhere but when the material is as good as this the effect is close to miraculous. Small town; universal themes. Watching again 16 years after the film was released, it's still a pure delight.
Sentimental, saccharine, shallow, syrupy, saggy, shit. I could see the end in the beginning. This film is the wealthy cousin of a made-for-tv movie on the Hallmark channel. Jesus, even the title is crap. This killed Bach's cello suite for me. Now THAT'S an achievement.
Mark Ruffalo & Laura Linney do a superb job as brother and sister, apparently so different, but with a lasting connection played out against respectable small town America. A warm and human slice of life aided by Bach 'cello suite extracts and country and western classics as the soundtrack.
Well-scripted, character-led drama with awful title. It's been a while since I saw a straight-forward, naturalistic film about human relationships, at least without an overriding issue or tragedy. Sincere and likeable acting holds it together, and the film-making doesn't draw attention to itself - it has the feel and look of a quality TV series, and I don't mean that disparagingly.