Another one of those awful little films about totally homogenized, interchangeable beings who all look, sound, act and think the same. Ms Close, usually insipid, sinks to the occasion. Absolutely no redeeming value, whatsoever.
Spoiler? There is no way TO spoil this film. One knows from the first frame that the result will be terminal boredom, dished in fatal doses, by single-dimension characters designed to spew rote phrases, knowing smiles, and a vacuum that more and more has come to signify the "enlightened" of our time.
Rest assured that there will be ample opportunities for them all to gather, release the inevitable metaphoric doves of failure, and celebrate each.
Try to tune in for the last scene. The tablecloth and closing "music" sum things up perfectly.
Spoiler? There is no way TO spoil this film. One knows from the first frame that the result will be terminal boredom, dished in fatal doses, by single-dimension characters designed to spew rote phrases, knowing smiles, and a vacuum that more and more has come to signify the "enlightened" of our time.
Rest assured that there will be ample opportunities for them all to gather, release the inevitable metaphoric doves of failure, and celebrate each.
Try to tune in for the last scene. The tablecloth and closing "music" sum things up perfectly.
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