Fritz Hasbrouck

After about and hour I escaped and went home. This movie was frustratingly self conscious and trying to be arty. None of the characters seem like actual humans. As soon as each actor appears on screen you can see their archetype. Kid, sensitive, Mother, repressed, Owner of antique store has a soul, we can tell because he's wearing a printed shirt and snuggly sweater. Sarah Paulson's character of the chippy girlfriend is so broadly painted it could be played by Carol Burnett, but that might be enjoyable. Maybe I'll watch the rest when it comes to HBO.