I tried to like this film; I wanted to like this film...alas, too pretentious for me. The main character is stuffy, neurotic, unlikable, and? BORING...I couldn't relate to her behavior, her uneven stoicism, her quirks. The flashbacks revealed one thing-she was horribly self involved and hated her children. Not a lot to like like, candidly. I assume the screenplay adapted to film, made the writer very proud (for the life of me I don't know why). I am not against the frailty or fragility of the human spirit and the existential angst captured on film. But this mess? Two hours of my life that will never return. The next time I need to be lectured by characters or films like this? I'll grab a fifth of bourbon and visit with Bukowski. At least there will be a brawl or two and blood.