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| Sara Rue | ... |
Deb Dorfman
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| Scott Wilson | ... |
Winston Cooke Sr.
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| Elliott Gould | ... |
Burt Dorfman
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| Keri Lynn Pratt | ... |
Leeann Dorfman
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| Haaz Sleiman | ... |
Cookie
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| Kelen Coleman | ... |
Molly
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| Catherine Hicks | ... |
Rose
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| Hayley Marie Norman | ... |
Chelsea
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| Sophie Monk | ... |
Vronka
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| Johann Urb | ... |
Jay Cleary
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| Sonya Eddy | ... |
Lil G
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| Jonathan Chase | ... |
Daniel Dorfman
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| Todd Grinnell | ... |
Hugh
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| Bubba Ganter | ... |
Homeless Man
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| Melissa Keller | ... |
Pregnant Guest
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Unknowingly trapped in her role as caretaker of her unappreciative family, a young single woman desperately needs to get her own life. When she volunteers to cat sit at her unrequited love's downtown L.A loft, her world, as she knows it, changes forever.
I fully agree with Salsa Boy from San Francisco. I saw this movie last night through the D.C. Jewish Film Festival. Elliott Gould did the best he could with a script that was one-dimensional at best, and, at worst, rehashed the worst sort of Borscht Belt stereotypes (to wit, "We Jews don't paint, we HIRE painters..."). Through most of the movie, I felt like I was watching cartoon characters (awkward girl with low self-esteem; brother who's an insensitive jerk; father who's super kvetchy), though it did get stronger toward the end. The theme--self-discovery and transformation--was a worthy one, but handled clumsily and in eminently disbelievable ways. Both the writer (Wendy Kout) and the great Gould himself spoke and fielded audience questions. I made the mistake of asking Ms. Kout why the characters seemed at times like caricatures, and I was stunned by her response, which I'll quote in its entirety: "You are SO welcome to your opinion." This movie is redeemed a bit by Gould's vulnerability and charm, but his talent is largely squandered in a script penned by a Hollywood hack.