It’s funny, sad, and full of heart. I found the characters to all be likable and relatable, even the 18 year old main character, Taylor (Tay-Tay) and Krystal’s 16 year old paraplegic son, even to an old crow like me. Took me awhile to get into the spirit of the movie, I wasn’t sure about it, till William Macy talked to the very young Taylor about the tiddy magazine he looked at, and Satan vs Santa. Saying any more would spoil it, but William Macy’s first scene there hooked me.
Kathy Bates played her usual, great, funny, wry and touching self, and plays a great mentor to her art gallery helper/employee Taylor. I am sure a great many of you, the condescending, movie snobs (oh wait, FILM snobs 🙄) will find a million nit-picking, ridiculous, criticisms of this FILM, for being just what it is. Not a deep profound Bergman-style, hidden-messages FILM that the average movie watcher would rather be tortured than sit through, but a funny, sweet, slow-Southern drawl of a movie. Entertainment, not the meaning of life on a screen.