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| Abigail Breslin | ... | ||
| Greg Kinnear | ... | ||
| Paul Dano | ... | ||
| Alan Arkin | ... | ||
| Toni Collette | ... | ||
| Steve Carell | ... | ||
| Marc Turtletaub | ... |
Doctor #1
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| Jill Talley | ... | ||
| Brenda Canela | ... | ||
| Julio Oscar Mechoso | ... |
Mechanic
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| Chuck Loring | ... |
Convenience Store Proprietor
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| Justin Shilton | ... | ||
| Gordon Thomson | ... | ||
| Steven Christopher Parker | ... |
Teen Boy #1
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| Bryan Cranston | ... | ||
In Albuquerque, Sheryl Hoover brings her suicidal brother Frank to the breast of her dysfunctional and emotionally bankrupted family. Frank is homosexual, an expert in Proust. He tried to commit suicide when he was rejected by his boyfriend and his great competitor became renowned and recognized as number one in the field of Proust. Sheryl's husband Richard is unsuccessfully trying to sell his self-help and self-improvement technique using nine steps to reach success, but he is actually a complete loser. Her son Dwayne has taken a vow of silence as a follower of Nietzsche and aims to be a jet pilot. Dwayne's grandfather Edwin was sent away from the institution for elders (Sunset Manor) and is addicted in heroin. When her seven-year-old daughter Olive has a chance to dispute the Little Miss Sunshine pageant in Redondo Beach, California, the whole family travels together in their old Volkswagen Type 2 (Kombi) in a funny journey of hope of winning the talent contest and to make a dream ... Written by Claudio Carvalho, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
I went to a screening of this film at Sundance earlier this year, and this is what I wrote about it immediately following:
This was a little less indie, cast-wise, but was jarringly real in a way that Hollywood rarely fosters. The story is of a limply-functional family, whose good leg is dysfunctional, and of the way that their love for each other is solid, somewhere underneath the varying shades of crazy. This film. Oh, this film! I have never laughed harder, and at such true-to-life comedy--nothing silly or goofy or forced or fake about the lines. It felt more like watching a documentary (minus all the familiar faces) and every time the laughter became almost unbearable, a little dash of agony or melancholic sadness was thrown in, and spawned aching tears. I sigh still, thinking of how completely in control of my insides that cast, that writer, that director all were. They owned my ass, and I will love them forever for it.
I can't wait to see it again. Do NOT miss it.